As I got myself a drink and a cigar for New Years Eve, I kept looking at the Indian statues I had on the stand. I was thinking this would be another NYE drinking home alone until I grabbed the one statue and decided, "no I'm not."
So I got out a cigar gifted to me by a fine brother, poured a beer, and thought about the loss of a friend I never met. I sent out 2009 thinking of a cigar friend going into rehab to try to get his life back together, and spent the end of 2010 thinking of a friend whose journey has moved to the next level. I hope they have both found peace.
Rest in Peace my brother, and know we will herf again.