Every Day is Friday – A Meditation on the New Year

When I was a young man in my 20’s hanging out in Spain and Morocco, smoking lots of kief, and hash, not wearing a watch, and in general, just being a wonderful bum, whenever someone in the group would finally look up, look around, and ask “what day is it?”, and we checked a newspaper – or whatever – to see what day in fact it was, it seemed that invariably it was Friday.