so i decided to do the shopping one day early...

i thought it would be less crowded at the stores. of course, i guess everyone else had the same damn thought. thankfully, i did find everything that mom had on the list for the most part.

i did take a shower yesterday and i felt a little better. of course, i then checked my email and had 3 poems rejected. Corey at Red Eft Review said that one of the poems came really close... too bad this isn't fucking horseshoes... oh well.

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

and here are a couple of links to poems you should be reading:
http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=1898
http://trailerparkquarterly.com/volume-2/karl-koweski/

The Masked Singer was good last night.

NXT was really good last night.

AEW was excellent last night.

we had some really strong storms roll through here last night. i was amazed the power never went out and neither did the satellite.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Will & Grace, Indebted, Vice News Tonight, Better Things, Cake, Total Bellas, Desus & Mero and two episodes of Shelter in Place w/Shane Smith. i did watch NXT UK this afternoon. it was a look back on the past 3 years of matches. i'm assuming they never got the chance to film a ton of matches ahead of time to have new material during this lockdown.

i watched this woman try to pull a scam today at the grocery store. it was painfully obvious that she didn't know how to do it correctly. she was walking around looking for her cart and told one of the bag boys that it was right here and then wanted to see a manager. well, the manager happened to be the cashier of the checkout lane i was in. she looked at the woman's receipt and said this isn't even a Kroger receipt. i knew right then and there what trick she was trying to pull. i'm not sure why you would try to pass a Family Dollar receipt as one from Kroger, or why you would ask to speak to a manager when all you were trying to do was get some free food.

as i will say a million times, this is why i will probably never move from this state. the poems just write themselves.

i went to bed around 2 last night. i felt fucking refreshed when i woke up. i looked at the clock and it said 4:10. fuck me. i'm not sure why i even bother anymore.

i believe my sister is coming down on Easter Sunday. i got a nice ham for that dinner. she's happy since she thinks she will be taking some home with her.

i have no damn clue when i will be on here tomorrow. i'd love to say i'm going to sleep in and lounge around, etc. etc. but anyone who knows me knows that's not going to fucking happen.

until tomorrow kids...

¿mencioné que hay una posibilidad de nieve esta noche?

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:

John Prine - When I Get To Heaven
Travis Meadows - Pray for Jungleland
Hiss Golden Messenger - Lost Out in the Darkness (Live)
Youth Lagoon - Ghost To Me (Live)

"Always be a poet, even in prose." - Charles Baudelaire

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