F**k New Years Resolutions

He sat in the courtyard. Surrounded by high concrete walls. Imbeciles inside enjoying a lenient night. huddled around with plastic cups and sore arses. Cunts. The cloudy sky offered no stars to place dreams on. No aeroplanes to carry fantasies. It's almost time.

Suddenly the sky erupts with bangs and whoops. A low drone of cheers and singsongs, barely discernible. a babble. A million mouths exhale, omm. The clouds throbbed differed shades of red and green with each deep bang. After two minutes its over.

He almost made a resolution, but decided against it. Ain't no point in Da 'Ville.