The Last Runyon of 2006
The year ends precisely as it began: Sweating the dregs off a greasy hangover high atop Runyon. A wheeze; ascension. I’m Coltrane. Higher! I can do this. This is nothing.
In between the two lie some 363 days. I would re-live more than a few of them again, exactly as they went down the first time. No changes. No complaints.