Happy New Year!
At least I hope so after the shitty 2017 we all had.
Not caring much for parties in the Milky Way, I spent New Year's eve in Kadara Port, tossing back a few with my good buddy Drack.
I'm not much for resolutions. I tend to blow them by February, which means eleven months of being mad at myself, so let's just say here's hoping 2018 holds more kindness than selfishness; more fairness than inequality, more action than fear.