Since everyone’s making lists, and since I haven’t gone out to get drunk yet, I want a piece of the action. Let this stand as my written will, should I die tomorrow (meaning, I don’t care who gets what, because I don’t have anything worth fighting over). And let a cryptographer decipher it if you can’t:
6. Working on a marijuana farm in California.
8. When Eric and I almost died hitchhiking that one time.
14. Broken bones.
16. Food stamps.
19. Parc Jeanne Mance.
21. Climbing up the mountain.
Happy new decade, all. It can’t possibly be as bad as the last one.