Episode 82

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. It is a new year. It is a new day. Every single day. Every day is not a new year every single day. If it was, I would be very, very old. It is time for a new year’s resolution. Or is it a new year’s revolution? Perhaps, it will even be a new year’s revival. Or a new year’s reveal. Or a new year’s pizza. Whatever the case, the new year shall be reasonable, I hope. For my new year’s resolution, I resolve to resolve to go to the renaissance fair. For my new year’s revival, I will be sure to write 2011 a lot. Kind of like 2011.....2011.....2011....Not like, 2577. But, 2011. For the new year’s reveal, I shall reveal a new clothing line...a Mr. Smith clothing line that shall be very big in Hollywood...a clothing line that is gonna make me famous! For the new year’s pizza, I resolve to eat it with all the toppings, even anchovies and catnip. And pickled participles (or should I say particles?) of peanut brittle. Anyway, the new year shall be reasonable. I’m sure it will be a fair year despite being an odd number. It shall be an interesting year despite my boring life. It will be yet another year that probably will not bring me a wife. This also may be a very short year for me, seeing as I am still in a coffin.
    Thus ends this week’s reflection, and then my mirror image disappeared.