amazing what alcohol can do...

i got nearly 6 hours of sleep last night. that couldn't have been due to that nice glass of Beam and Coke i had last night after the Yankees won, right? of course, my mother isn't thrilled since i don't know the results from my blood test from yesterday. it was to check my liver. i'm willing to bet i'm not going to die anytime soon.

here is your poetry for this day of National Poetry Month:

the New York Yankees continued their mastery of the Twins last night. they won 7-4. their offense at home is really something to behold these days. sadly, the homestand comes to an end this afternoon. hopefully the Yankees can get the sweep of the Twins. i'll miss most of the game, but i'm sure i'll check out the highlights when i get back from the grocery store.

NXT was excellent last night.

i did watch a good portion of the NHL and NBA playoffs last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, The Big Bang Theory, Young Sheldon, Life in Pieces and Atlanta.

i'm sure i will watch parts of the NFL Draft tonight as well. the New Orleans Saints won't be picking until late in the first round. that's really the only pick i give a shit about.

i haven't listened to it yet, but you can find the latest Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast by going here:
https://soundcloud.com/srwrestling/srw-183-brian-koppelmans-bruno

i will probably bring my little notebook with me while mom is at her appointment with the new dentist today. i have no clue how long she'll be in there, so i might as well try to squeeze out some poems while she is. i know we're going to go grocery shopping after that.

i will probably be on here tomorrow before the WWE puts on the Greatest Royal Rumble in Saudi Arabia. that starts at noon i do believe. it's scheduled to go on for 6 hours. joy.

that's all for me kids. until tomorrow...

creo que las estaciones finalmente han cambiado

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:

Niki & The Dove - You Want the Sun
Van Morrison - Bring It On Home To Me
The Breeders - Do You Love Me Now?

"Writers, particularly poets, always feel exiled in some way - people who don't exactly feel at home, so they try to find a home in language." - Natasha Trethewey

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