Lord knows I hate clichés. One of the biggest being the January 1st, all refreshed, new-battery smiling, ready to make the new year my personal space cowboy journey to king of the universe end journey. It’s a lovely thing to speak romantically of a brand new year. All the shit you’ll accomplish. The villages you’ll plunder. The hearts that will swell in the wake of your monstrous productivity and success.Well I have a small confession to make family, friends and fans…I kinda wanna have sex with Cliché. I mean, look …