(Yea, yea, it’s stupid and self-serving, but hopefully in an endearing way.)

In the past year, I made a lot of friends, and added some of them on Facebook. Walked a bunch, flew some more, drove none. Grandma’s 99th, Mom’s __th, Eric’s 31st, Greg’s 28th. Danced at Liza and Rich’s wedding in Westchester; Mazel Tov’d Adam and Jennifer in Santa Barbara. Accomplished some things; still haven’t seen past season 2 of The Wire. Made Jay-Z laugh in Philly, made Stevie Wonder sing in Austin, became Dwight Howard’s best friend in Orlando. Sprinted for buses; dragged feet on deadlines. Scrabble with Dan in Central Park while blasting the “Ignorance” playlist. Hot Doug’s in Chicago, Korean BBQ in LA, Baohaus in the Ace Hotel, Di Fara’s in Brooklyn, Thanksgiving in South Harlem. Almost poked Eric’s eye out at the Super Bowl, felt bad about it. Rapped on top of a flatbed truck at Bonnaroo; talked to Alice Cooper. Interviewed Kendrick Lamar for Vibe; a dentist for XXL. Filmed for MTV and Vh1. Shin’s cooking, Mayo’s ceiling. Karaoke’d “I Want It That Way” and “Cry Me a River.” Killed time with Ashley, Marsha, Jamal, Los, Fastow. Drake in the strip club; Flo Rida’s party bus; Maino in a bow-tie. Mad Men Sundays, NBC Thursdays. Cash Money book party for Wahida’s book. HelloGiggles in the woods, Jensen in the room that couldn’t fit him. Spent too much time indoors. Phone calls with Bun B, IMs with Just Blaze. Andy Suzuki + the Method’s house party: Eric chugging, Rem’s “WE DID IT.” Sam went to Singapore. A$AP’s video. Heavy D’s funeral. Waited in line for bagels, stopped eating sugar until I wanted to eat sugar again. Didn’t read enough books, read too much Twitter. Accidentally took a shot of vodka: whoops. BET. Roc Nation. Superfly. Translation. Sirius/XM. Got interviewed for the BU alumni magazine; spoke to a group of Maryland middle-schoolers, but all they wanted to know about was Mac Miller. Chief Keef at SOB’s; 40/40 nights with Beyonce, Maura, Erika and Caramanica. Dropped the Blackberry for an iPhone. Got rejected from every party on New Year’s; walked through the lonely city with Dan. Koreatown with Korean friends; North Carolina with friends that are family. Scrambled with friends; beat ‘em all. Words’d with friends; beat ‘em all. Lost at shuffleboard, but yelled louder than Alex and Aristotle. Worked out until I didn’t feel like working out anymore a week later. Got out of bed; usually brought the laptop over instead. Phil + Minya + her Jewish bike gang in the park, with Instagram edges. Watched the Throne in a planetarium, and then in New Jersey. Vanessa’s dumplings with Brian and Dana; sushi with Phil, Cho, Rem; pie with Lesley. Got punched by Bun B for a music video; almost got punched by Yelawolf. Cam’ron’s 9/11 anniversary show. Skeet-shooting with Foster and Orell and others: 10/15 targets hit. Turntable.FM rooms; my first Pazz & Jop. Front row for the Yankees and Rangers; suites to see the Knicks. Shake Shack shakes; Bare Burger burgers. Hillary Clinton’s naked body in a NYC window. Lost touch with some. Stressed over dumb stuff; didn’t concentrate on the important things. Left a lot of room for improvement — never made it to Rack City.