nothing like a mixture of anger and heat...

when the first words you hear in a doctor's appointment is the doctor saying i'm not sure why they sent you here, you can imagine my reaction. we had just driven 30 minutes in 90 degree heat to the hospital mom was supposed to be at. of course, she didn't check the exact place where we were supposed to be, so we ended up having to walk close to a 1/2 mile to the other side of the hospital to get to the appointment. by this time, my mother's back was screaming in pain. the doctor comes in and says he's looked at mom's records and this is a fight between an insurance company and the government, way above his pay scale. he said there is clearly no way mom could return to her old job and if there is a job out there that mom could do, good luck finding it. so, we went through hell for a 10 minute talk. the receptionist told me it would be quicker to walk around the building to get back to where i parked and mom could just wait in the lobby. i took that route and about halfway through it, i realized why i should have just made the way back through the maze inside the hospital. it was fucking hot as hell. and i was dressed in all black. joy. by the time i got to car, i had a good sweat going on. i still had to do the fucking grocery shopping. i went back and picked up mom (i had to drive around the block sort of to do that) and she wanted some lunch. i agreed, as nothing good comes from me going to the grocery store on an empty stomach.

i didn't get to the grocery store until around 3 in the afternoon. i knew it was going to be a fucking madhouse. and it was. i was able to get everything on the list and keep it around $100. thankfully, i was able to get everything home before the frozen foods were no longer frozen.

i didn't have the writing session i wanted to yesterday and i didn't write anything last night, mostly because i was too fucking pissed at the Yankees loss. of course, they would fucking lose on the same night Boston finally fucking lost a game.

the Yankees lost 6-5 to the Indians last night. i put most of the loss on the manager. why did he leave the starter in as long as he did? why the fuck was Aaron Judge trying to steal with Giancarlo Stanton on deck? that one really stung as Stanton hit what should have been the game tying homer in the next inning. just a fucking frustrating loss. hopefully, they will win tonight and maybe Boston could lose again.

VICE was pretty sobering last night. no one really talks about the entire generation of kids that have lost parents to the opioid epidemic.

Major League Wrestling was pretty good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH.

World Cup Update:
Belgium defeated England 2-0 for 3rd place. Belgium pretty much controlled the entire first half. England made a change at halftime that really changed the way the game went. and just as it looked like England was going to even the game, Belgium scored late to seal the game away. France takes on Croatia tomorrow for the title.

i've been watching videos of black women masturbating in vehicles here lately. i had a killer line come to me while watching, so i do think there will be some poems written today.

i will most likely be on here tomorrow before the World Cup final starts. tomorrow is a fucking busy one given everything happening. so, if i don't write the blog in the morning, you shouldn't expect one.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday. enjoy the sunshine, the pretty ladies and as much free booze as you can possibly handle.

todos mis mejores recuerdos vienen de una botella

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...

music:

deafheaven - Ordinary Corrupt Human Love

"It takes a long time for a man to look like his portrait." - James Whistler

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: