The final moments of 2016 are dwindling down, and I couldn’t be happier to see it go.
This past year has been beset with the mourning of transgressive icons of culture, the near-death of American discourse, and an ungodly amount of personal turmoil on the part of yours truly. It hasn’t just been me, either. I’ve seen friends and family be forced to cope with an almost unbearable amount of strife that seems quite unnecessary and cruel.
This has not been a good year — not by a long shot. I’m looking forward to something — anything — better in 2017.
Onward and upward.