If Aquarius season were a wine, it might be called "Enlightenment," with a label highlighting a socially provocative image featuring the spirit of individuality. On the nose would be humanitarian ideals. The first swish would conjure collective innovation, with notes of technology, friendship and our better angels. The toast would be one of friendship. Cheers!

I avoid Aquarius people. One of the very worst heartbreaks of my life comes back around to make me sick with the memory of it in Aquarius season. If your friends spurn you completely and leave you to cry on a lover, a mean one, who knows you're all alone now, torture is what happens next. Torture you think you deserve, being whatever kind of wrong it is that brought that to your door. After all the pesto you made. So no, the age of Aquarius can bite me. Aquariuses just put up pedestals, set humans on those to tee them up, then knock the life out of them with golf clubs, feeling righteous about it and everything else they do/are. Those friends taught me not to have friends.

As much as I like looking at cowboys these days, you just shouldn't turn your back on folks born in Texas. 

screw you, we're from Texas - ray wylie hubbard