A Year of Sweet Communion
The first time I proclaimed a word over the whole year at the beginning of it, I was drunk. It was somewhere after midnight on New Year’s Eve, and I was at Waffle House. This was in the eighties — the lost decade for me — and I was the kind of drunk who thought everything was wonderful and funny while I was drinking. If I was in Waffle House that night I’m sure I was telling everyone that this waffle tastes better than any waffle I’ve ever had before.