Conflict

Remember this time last year? How quickly 364 days can pass. How do you feel about just throwing on a suit, and saying fuck it and have a few drinks? Freedom as the highest and best weapon of choice. And shrug off the rest. La-dee-da.

Pourquoi Pas? For the running with the bulls and the year of Hemingway next year is on. Throw Havana in the mix as well. Cuban cigars and the street music. That's the way we roll, bitch. Nice. And sort through these tedious issues of potential/intellectual/perceived conflict like a Gordion night - with audacity and ruthlessness and delight.

Ah yes, delight. TFI, that 14.28% of the week that holds a little extra aura and mystique. So, on y va. After all, how often do you get to see live accordion?