Jack of Harts

I’m a big fan of celebrating New Years Day.  I love Old New York City at that time.  The music, the confetti, the crowds.  Watching the ball drop and explode in a bajillion lights.  Kissing pretty girls.  Running from angry boyfriends.  Stopping for a moment to consider that maybe I should slow down next year.  Nah.  What’s the fun in that?  I’ll slow down when I’m dead, and I plan to live forever.  That’s a lot of New Years Day parties.