for Flashback Friday today, i want to change it up a bit. i want to shine a light on one of my favorite zines EVER, Zygote In My Coffee. Brian was kind enough to publish me so many damn times. as a poet, you can never find those type of humans enough. go to the site:
www.zygoteinmycoffee.com and check out the back issues. i'm in the first one and a ton of the others. but also check out all the other writers in the issues. and bookmark the site for when you need something to read. it's worth it.
WWE Smackdown was pretty good last night. i was very pleased with how Tyler Breeze made his debut:
the New York Rangers fell behind last night. unlike previous games, they stormed back and won 4-1. and a few of the guys got off the snide. plus, The King was The King once again.
i wrote another poem last night. i'm holding off on typing the newly written ones up as i feel i have a ton of shit right at the tip of my tongue.
i hardly watched any of the NFL game last night. from what i heard, i didn't miss much. i did pick the game right though.
enjoy some music kids:
and now some of this and that:
i'm hoping to go to the Red-Blue game tomorrow to see what the UD basketball teams look like. but, i have no clue if i will have a way there. mom is talking like she's going to go up to the hospital to see her brother and i have no fucking clue if she's going to be home in time for me to get to the arena. so, i may be trying to find shit on YouTube if i don't go.
on the DVR tonight will be Undateable, NJPW and The Knick. that should be an excellent night of television.
i have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. i imagine if i get a wild hair up my ass, i may try to bust a post out in the morning. but, with most of my sports not starting until the evening, it could be the rare morning i sleep in. ok, i laughed at that as well. that never fucking happens.
i'm sitting here watching hurricane coverage of what is approaching Mexico. i once had a girlfriend named Patricia. vaya con dios mis amigos. this storm looks fucking horrible on the radar.
that's all for me today kids. i hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. as always, call if you need bail money.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
Paolo Nutini - Iron Sky
Jeff Buckley - Everybody Here Wants You
INXS - Not Enough Time
"Married men live longer than single men. But married men are a lot more willing to die." - Johnny Carson
and your pro wrestling video of the day: