Thanks for letting me survive another year in the this crazy world.
Thanks for blue skies and sunny days in the desert.
Thanks for parents who continue to care.
Thanks for a pot to piss in.
Thanks for the Albuquerque Isotopes.
Thanks for kisses in the dark from pretty girls.
Thanks for the Sandia Mountains.
Thanks for a full year of work in a Yellow Cab.
Thanks for the novels by Kurt Vonnegut and Charles Bukowski.
Thanks for the Vortex Theatre which continues to let me act, write and direct.
Thanks for the everlasting songs of Johnny Cash and Joe Strummer.
Thanks for Valencia peanuts and O'Heyne popcorn.
Thanks for rock n' roll moments with my fellow Old Beans.
Thanks for the Crisis Company which pays me to bleed.
Thanks for Crosswinds Weekly which pays me to write about movies.
Thanks for creating more movies than I could ever watch.
Thanks for the manic art of Scott Weirick.
Thanks for new CDs from Rancid, Outkast, The Shins, The Strokes & The White Stripes.
Thanks for quality beer, wine and spirits.
Thanks for a tolerance to deal with my government.
Thanks for road trips.
Thanks for genuine friends who desire nothing more than good company.
Thanks for a young nephew who continues to please and impress.
Thanks for an 11-0 start for the Royals and a 9-0 start for the Chiefs.
Thanks for a bowl bound Lobo football team.
Thanks for my running mate and bass guru.
Thanks for the plays Noises Off, Billy the Kid and When Pigs Fly.
Thanks for grilling days in the backyard.
Thanks for a military willing to put up with anything.
Thanks for those willing to speak out against injustice.
Thanks for medicinal and recreational marijuana moments.
Thanks for choices between Thai, Italian, Greek, American, Indian and New Mexican cuisine.
Thanks for bike trails in town and on the mountain.
Thanks for televised sports broadcasts.
Thanks for my cat crazy cousins.
Thanks for a brother who encourages from afar.
Thanks for the other brother who puts up with me every day.
Thanks for buddies who departed my hometown.
Thanks for the ones who stick around for no good reason.
Thanks for hot showers on cold days.
Thanks for my indoor plants that still grow.
Thanks for the glorious and diverse people of this country.
Thanks for the opportunity to express myself.
Thanks for roadrunners.
Thanks for all those I met for the first time this year.
Thanks for all of you who bother to read the SUIT columns every now and again. You are a special breed, and I salute your Internet interest. Have a swell holiday!

Chris Jungle plans to eat, drink, smoke, watch football and the extended version of The Two Towers on Thanksgiving.