I'm mystified by all the weird, wild occurrences of the past year, but to me the most bizarre, more than having a reality show celebrity elected president is the senselessness I felt at the death of my cousin Ruben. I felt he was like me, smart, sassy, and never quite fit in. I don't recall the last time we talked but, I remember he always made me feel like the wild child I always thought I was. When we were kids we used to run around town thinking we owned the place, I felt he always understood the desire to run out of the smallness of my world like no one else. I want to recapture some of that go-luckiness I used to have. So, in honor of all that have passed in 2017(especially my Ruben), I resolve to find a little of the wicked, wild me of the late 80's early 90's.
