and here is why i have always thought god hates me...

 i saw probably 50 fucking people today between the grocery stores and other places i had to go not wearing masks. all in places where masks are required, but since the police suck the president's dick, no one bothers to fucking enforce it. and the little cherry on top of my shit sundae today was the cousin that molested me as a child said hello to me in the local grocery store. thankfully, i was in the process of getting ready to check out, so i didn't have to live through a fucking conversation. i'm in one of those moods where there isn't enough violence possible on earth to satisfy the anger i have inside of me at this moment. 

the Yankees tried to out think the room last night and it blew up in their fucking faces big time. i guess the plan was to only use Garcia for one inning and then bring in Happ to pitch after that. well, J.A. shit the bed, as did Ottavino after him and the Yankees lost last night, 7-5. Game 3 is tonight and starts in a few minutes. i'm pissed enough from Game 2, i really don't give a shit if i watch tonight or not.

here are your highlights from Game 4 of the NBA Finals:

i really like what the New York Rangers have done in the NHL Draft this year. and hopefully, Alexis will be a generational talent that brings some Stanley Cup glory to the Rangers.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

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

today has been one of those days i would love to forget. my problem has always been, i never did enough drugs to actually lose my memories. i regret that every fucking day.

until tomorrow kids, unless of course, i decide to blog again tonight for some fucking reason.

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

wear your mask.

no quieres conocer mi lado malvado

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:

AC/DC - Shot in the Dark

Father John Misty - I'm Writing A Novel (Live)

Judith Hill - Cry, Cry, Cry (Live)

Janelle Monae - Turntables

Ian Isiah - Princess Pouty

"The black artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it." 

                                                                                                                          - Amiri Baraka

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