[ WP ] It 's New Years Eve . Your best friend died in September , you 've been robbed twice , your girl friend is leaving you , you 've just lost your job and the only one left to talk to is a gay burglar you 've got tied up in the kitchen . P.S . Your cat is dead .

`` Are you ready for the big countdown, Frank?'' I ask as I walk in the door carrying groceries. `` Only a few more hours until midnight! Then we can finally get this peice of shit year over with!'' I walk to the kitchen and start unloading the bags. `` You would n't beleive the mess out at the store tonight, aparently we were n't the only ones who did n't think ahead!'' 
 
 Frank, my new friend, sits silently at the kitchen table, hands bound behind his back, head slouched over like he had fallen asleep there, his hair hanging infront of his face, but I can feel his eyes on me. 
 
 `` Giving me the silent treatment, eh? That's alright, I'll talk enough for the both of us. Did I tell you that Mittens died? Yeah, run over in the street just yesterday. I'm telling you, this year has had it out for me!'' I ramble on about one thing or another while making dinner, but Frank just sits there, staring at me. 
 
 It has been a hell of a year, first Mike's heart gave out right in front of me digging out a new Koi pond in his back yard, then someone broke into my car and stole my girlfriend's anniversary gifts. Let me tell you, she hated that, fliped her shit and walked out on me. A week later I lost my job and then I was mugged walking home. Hell, I would n't have even been on that street if my car was n't at the dealers getting a new window put in. And then Frank came into my life! Sure, he started out all piss and vinegar, I even think that he had planned on robbing my house until I tied him up in the kitchen. We would n't want something aweful happening to my new friend. 
 
 `` You do n't seem to be eating much tonight, Frank. Is everything alright?'' I wait for a response, but Frank is n't giving me an inch of ground. `` Come on, it's been three days since our argument, Frank, you ca n't hate me forever!'' He still refuses to speak, he just sits there, staring at me, judging me, mocking me. 
 
 Off in the distance I can hear the neighbors counting `` TEN-NINE'' 
 
 `` Frank, do you hear that, its time! Count with me!'' 
 
 `` FIVE-FOUR-THREE-TWO-ONE!'' 
 
 `` Happy New Year, Frank!'' 
 
 I made it, I finally got through that terrible year. My mind fills with so much hope and ambition, the world is mine for the taking! I can do anything now! I'll get a new job, a new girlfriend, all new posessions, it'll be a great year! 
 
 The excitement dies down as I start to plan the coming week. I'll start in the morning, tomorrow I'll pick up my car, update my resume, and do some light cleaning. The next day I'll start applying for jobs. The day after that I'll go out for drinks and hopefully meet a cute girl. After that, who knows? But it's going to be my year! 
 
 On second thought, maybe tomorrow I'll bury Frank, he's starting to smell.
