New Year, Road Ahead

I hope the road ahead is all sunshine, moonshine, perfect combination shots, ice cold free beer, scalding hot deep fried chicken, a bucket of only blueberry flavored Life-Savor suckers, Atomic Fireballs, twenty minutes in complete darkness in a tree swing swinging and watching bats, a sincere compliment, a real hug, a critical truth, a cheap chunky plastic ring, pink and green, the adrenaline high of racing, a neon sign for hot krispy kreme, loud music in a fast car on a day off with no particular place to go and cool thing or two in the mail. I hope there is a pit stop now and then with momentary distractions of roadside attractions with cheap tee-shirts and neat bumper stickers. I hope there is a gas station and it is a dirty place with boiled peanuts and gas station hot dogs, especially the kind that smell like rotten arm pits but taste like heaven wrapped in orange grease stained wax paper. I hope the road ahead is littered with an occasional pickled dinner consisting of pickled eggs, sausages, beef jerky, slim jims and I hope before I kick the illusional bucket I will man up just enough to try a pickled pigs foot. I hope the road ahead has a left with u-turn so I can hit some of the spots I have seen before but I am letting go of going back. I am also quickly letting go wondering where I am actually going. I do hope the road for all of you is littered with all of the above because they are my very favorite tangible things and I would give them to you if I could.