Can you believe it, 2018 is soon to appear, what happened to 2000, that magical Year when something from Outer Space would invade our Sphere? So many tongues a wagging, many falling off the wagon, merriment and fear was everywhere when the Ball dropped bringing in the New Year. All the many kisses with the pretty dishes, kissing the hubby and the wifey like when on your first Date, what a delight even though they are a little more chubby!
The Evening News is filled with so much chattering, bewildered that the Earth is still here and had not disappeared, a Subway Prophet’s crying in the brown bag that’s concealing the pint of beer. The groups gathered around the Street Preacher asking why they are still here, the waiting ones, for the Millennium was when the Lord was to appear, all praying; Thy Kingdom Come!
At the Pubs, the oiled-up Philosophers espouse their rhetoric, the Bartender leans towards an old fellow with a grin on his face and whispers in his ear; Do you believe in all that crap from that drunk heretic?
Look at all that has happened in-between, the neighbors moved into their new house, Sally finally left that old longtime louse, there’s a big Party down the Hall.
Times Square is dusting off that old Ball, that is destined to fall ushering in the New Year once again, be careful on this night, the Cops are everywhere, don’t drink too much of that Good Cheer, remember you can’t have a “Hair of The Dog” in Jail, not until you Post Bail.