nothing like having your back lock up while walking in a grocery store...

listening to your mother cry herself to sleep isn't exactly how i thought i would spend my 40's. but, sure enough, i had to just let mom vent her frustration over the swelling she's having, the back pain, etc., all of which went into tears and having her ask me to leave the room. listening to her cry as i laid in my bed watching some random soccer game being broadcast in Spanish was disturbing and interesting at the same time. chalk up another night i didn't sleep well. i do think the venting helped mom though. it's one of those traits i have always tried to pass on to younger people. sometimes, you have to learn when you just have to shut the fuck up.

i knew the New York Yankees were going to lose last night when they failed to score with runners in scoring position so many times in the first few innings. the baseball gods will always punish you for that. sure enough, the Yankees lost 7-5. hopefully they will win this afternoon in Toronto.

both episodes of NJPW last night were excellent.

Vice was fascinating last night. i'm not sure how many people truly remember that there is a war still going on in Iraq.

Real Time with Bill Maher was hilarious as usual.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be ROH.

i might watch some of Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Final tonight, mostly just to see the atmosphere in Nashville.

i do plan on watching the US Men's National team take on Venezuela this evening. that should be a good tune-up for the upcoming World Cup Qualifying games.

the Champions League final today between Real Madrid and Juventus should be a great one. i really don't care who wins, but i will be rooting for CR7. he's been one of my favorites since his Manchester United days.

we got a new mailbox last night. Menards was having a sale and mom had the people that take care of our yard pick one up. i figure something that normally cost $60 and after the rebate would be $20 was too good to pass up. plus, it doesn't look like any of the other mailboxes in this cul-de-sac. mom forgot to tell them to get numbers for it and the dollar store in town didn't have any. so, there i was with some stencil and a black permanent marker at 8 last night... sophisticated white trash wins again...

i've been up and going for most of this morning it feels like. mom, for some reason, wanted Arby's for breakfast. so i went and got that. i paid for that later on the toilet before i went to the grocery store. mom had a prescription to pick up, plus i needed to get gas and some other shit at the store. nothing quite like walking back where the salads are and your back just fucking locks up. i played it off well and thank fucking god my pain tolerance is not normal. if i truly couldn't function while i was in pain, i think the whole world could be fucked. ok, that might be overstating it, but...

that's all for me today kids. i have to go help mom with her exercises and taking a bath. i'm sure there will be poems.

i hope everyone has a wonderful Saturday. take it easy and then take it again.

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:

Cold War Kids - First
Houndmouth - Sedona
Diane Coffee - Everyday
Otis Redding - Chained and Bound (Live)
Satchel - Suffering

"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness." - Allen Ginsberg

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