so it's new year's day night

and i'm back in chelsea hotel and i'm kind of drunk and
i saw a raccoon on my way home from the pub.
this is only the second raccoon i've ever seen, and the first
was on another night, a night of other firsts, when i was drunk
on something else, and i don't know.
maybe it's nothing, but maybe the universe is just a sly little cat.
either way, it feels like a bookend. and i like it there.
this is where it has to be.