There are times when I’m going through the crosswalk, and I have the right of way, and then some dumbass driver comes out of nowhere and starts to speed right through and nearly run me over. Sometimes I wish one would brake right in front of me so I can slam the hood of their car with the palms of my hands and yell, “HEY, ASSHOLE. I’M WALKIN’ HERE.”
What I would like to do to such drivers is do a Hellboy - punch the hood of the car, crumpling the front and sending it flying over the top of me. Unfortunately that only works in the movies.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art—write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.