I went drug free (excepting a slight altercation with some Methadrone and a bottle of vodka. And some reprobates I befriended one night in the Beach Road Hotel who insisted I join them)
I discovered I am prone to social leprocy and Facebook turettes.
I got my first genuine proposal of marriage. And she wasn’t joking.
I got my first genuine stalker. And she wasn’t joking.
I had more lovers in one fortnight than I had in the last 4 years
I accidently dated a hooker, it lasted a month
I completed my first book
I learnt some more about rejection
I felt I might not survive the year, mentally or physically but spiritually ...somehow I always felt ok.
I discovered being challenged is what makes you get up and get through it.
I grew up a little bit.
...but not too much.
I released another solo album that immediately sailed majestically into plummeting obscurity.
I rediscovered the reasons to see life as an amazing experience to be lived
I bought a drum
All in all it was a pretty good year