Everyone celebrates New Year's Day differently... for the West, it's usually nursing a hangover.
Not me... I no longer drink - at least not much for the past 15 years, and besides, I never ever have had a hangover - even when drinking far too much. Just lucky, I guess.
Anyhow, in Japan, they do things a little differently.
In the ukiyo-e print above by renowned Japanese artists Hokusai Katsushika (surname first) from around 1804, we see a pentaptych of polychrome woodblock prints (plural - five sheets) featuring ink and color on paper, we see how many folks enjoy bringing in the New Year - with a bang.
At a brothel. With a prostitute or several.
And this is the olden days, too.
I'm actually envious.
Anyhow... 2015 can kiss my ass. Dead cat, dead Doug, two dead cars... I know it could be worse for me, and I'm not saying I have a bad life... I'm just saying I've had better years.
Here's hoping this year doesn't suck for you.
Here's to hope.
Happy 2016, everyone.