sunshine and warmth, where the hell have you been?

i was in public in some shorts today for the first time in months. if the wind wouldn't have been fucking horrific today, this day would have been damn near perfect. hell, i even put on some fucking sunscreen today. of course, Sunday night is supposed to be thunderstorms and then maybe some snow. fuck me.

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

the New York Yankees lost to Boston last night 6-3. they really didn't do much until the 9th inning. oh well. they start a series in Detroit tonight. i have no clue how any of these games are going to be played this weekend with the weather.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

The Big Bang Theory was pretty funny last night.

Young Sheldon was really good last night.

Life in Pieces was hilarious last night.

Gotham was fucking crazy last night.

Atlanta was really fucking good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be VICE, NJPW, Real Time with Bill Maher and Wyatt Cenac's Problem Areas.

the trip to the grocery store went pretty well today. we got plenty of fruit and fish, that's for sure. the bill would have been under $100 if the damn coffeemaker wouldn't have died this morning. the store had a good basic one on sale. i suppose i'll find out how good it is tomorrow morning.

my sister is down here for the evening. her and mom are going to a birthday party of one of my sister's friends mother. i figure my sister will be asleep by 11 and 10 hours later be up and on the road. so the 15 minutes i've talked to her since she's been here is just about all i'll get.

i will be on here tomorrow sometime between loads of laundry. i'm at that stage of underwear where i know i need to do my damn laundry. i suppose there's the next poem.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. call if you need bail money.

el sol es miseria para las personas gordas

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:

Chris Stapleton - Midnight Train to Memphis
Them Evils - Got Me Rockin'
Thunderpussy - Speed Queen
Halestorm - Freak Like Me

"Anybody serious about poetry knows how hard it is to achieve anything worthwhile in it." - Seamus Heaney

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