and now the second shot is done...

 so, they called this morning to see if my mother and i could come earlier to get our second vaccine shots. so, a little after noon, we went to Rite Aid to get the second shot. like the first one, i didn't feel anything. i've been drinking plenty of fluids since i got the second shot. i have heard plenty of horror stories from people about the second one. i'm betting i wake up tomorrow and feel fine. i did find some baseball cards at Rite Aid today. i got 2 Fairfield boxes. i think they had around $20 worth of cards in them. i also went through the Leaf cards i got a few months ago to see what the prices are on them. imagine my surprise when i had a few worth over $20 now. that made me happy.

the poet of the day for this day of National Poetry Month is G. Emil Reutter.

https://www.pw.org/directory/writers/g_emil_reutter

https://gereutter.wordpress.com/

http://www.subtletea.com/poetry-by-g-emil-reutter/

https://www.easystreetmag.com/two-poems-by-g-emil-reutter/

http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/g-emil-reutter213/

Monday Night Raw was ok last night.

Miz & Mrs was fucking hilarious last night.

The Voice was very good last night.

the Yankees lost to the Orioles last night, 4-2. hopefully, they will win tonight.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Young Rock, the season finale of Kenan, Mayans M.C., Deadliest Catch and NXT.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Buffalo. it is another MUST WIN game.

i have to pick up the trash here and next door, so that's all for me kids.

i should be on here tomorrow after i get all the grocery shopping done. hopefully, i will get that done before it starts to fucking rain.

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

wear your mask.

get the shot.

la ansiedad de mi madre la esta matando lentamente

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:

AJR - Way Less Sad

Glass Animals - Heat Waves

Freekbass w/Sky White - Why Do I (Keep Falling In Love With You) ?

Bruno Mars, Anderson .Paak & Silk Sonic - Leave The Door Open

"The exact day I became a poet was April 1, 1965, the day I bought my first typewriter." 

                                                                                                    - August Wilson

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