when pain meets anger on a Wednesday afternoon...

 i didn't get much sleep last night. i got in bed around 2 and i think the first time i saw the clock it was 3:10. fuck me. i got up and i was in pain this morning. that's the joy of having a bad back. some days, it will just fuck with you for the sake of fucking with you. i put a little ice on it late morning, after breakfast, hoping it would help before i had to do the grocery shopping. of course, when i am in a ton of pain, the ice will eventually put me to sleep. the phone rang a little after noon. i only know that because mom left the phone by her chair in the living room and the ringer is all the way up since she's basically deaf now. so, i definitely woke up from that. i would put a number on the pain around 7. and given my high tolerance for pain, 7 is around 15 for "normal" people. and that's on a scale of 1-10. so, this was how i went out into the world today.

the first grocery store was fine. i can't fucking stand white people that don't wear a mask because their leader told them they don't have to. i live in a town so far up Trump's ass, i'm bound to destroy someone just because. the second grocery store was a fucking zoo. too many people without a mask on while coughing. thank god i already got my fucking flu shot. bad enough on the way there, this fucking guy with Texas plates was doing his little Sunday drive. doing 40 in a 50. took everything i had not to run that fucker off the road. and then of course, the cheese my mother wanted needed to have a price check on it. there's 5 minutes i'll never get back. did i mention it was raining and i fucking have arthritis? these are the days where my death can't come soon enough. but it gets better.

i got home and got the groceries put away, in time to start watching some of the Champions League. and just as i kick back in my chair to ice my back, the fuckers come to finally pick up the recycling. and of course, they drop some of what was in our container in the street and leave the fucking container open, so the rain can collect in it. as i said loud enough for the dead to even fucking hear it before i left the house, i can't start killing people fast enough. i swear, if just 10% of the stupid people on this planet could be eliminated, it would be a much fucking better place.

The Voice was good last night.

i might have watched 30 seconds or so of the World Series last night. i truly can't give a shit.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NXT, AEW and Big Brother.

so, Manchester United defeated PSG yesterday, 2-1 in the Champions League. i really hope this is a sign of positive things to come for the boys. they play Chelsea this weekend.

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. all i'm really fucking hoping is my back isn't killing me tomorrow. or, i have found the right illegal drugs to take away the pain. none of the legal shit does anything for me anymore. good times.

until tomorrow kids.

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

wear your mask.

si sigues el consejo de un idiota, eso te vuelve realmente estúpido

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:

Marcy Playground - Sex and Candy

Morphine - Like Swimming

Bob Dylan - Standing In The Doorway

The Verve - Drugs Don't Work

"Instant gratification takes too long." - Carrie Fisher

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