of course it would be raining...

 just as i have learned a few positions that i can actually get a good couple of hours of sleep with the pinched nerves in my neck, it had to be fucking raining. these are the days where you can lean into the pain, do all the fucking mind tricks you can think of, and it still won't fucking matter. joy.

DIRECTV fucked up our baseball package last night. every blue moon or so, it will say we don't have the package even though we have made payments for it for the last 15 years or so. mom was in a mood last night, so she called customer service. eventually, on the second call, the problem got fixed. in hindsight, maybe i should of just let it go.

the Yankees lost last night to Baltimore, 2-1, in 11 innings. the same shit from last season is showing up this season. the inability to get a fucking hit when it matters. this is still an all or nothing team, and more times than not, especially against teams they should destroy, nothing is all they fucking get.

WWE Smackdown and NXT Level Up were both pretty good last night.

AEW Rampage was good last night.

Bill Maher #Adulting was pretty funny last night.

A Black Lady Sketch Show was fucking hilarious last night.

here are your 3 videos for this day of National Poetry Month:

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Saturday Night Live and AEW Battle of the Belts 2.

Manchester United plays this morning at home against Norwich. if United loses today, i can just imagine the boos coming from Old Trafford. they will be heard around the world.

the New York Rangers play this afternoon at home against Detroit.

the NBA playoffs start tonight.

and i should get my order from Wish.com today as well.

and i might just put out another SoundCloud recording this afternoon.

i hope everyone has a great Saturday.

thanks to everyone for checking out my latest published poems:

https://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-j-j-campbell-58/

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck war.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay socially distant.

get the fucking shot.

mierda pasa

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:

Dax - Dear Alcohol

William S. Burroughs & Bill Laswell - Words of Advice for Young People

Mala Suerte - Habla Mierda de Mi

Graveyard Club - Nowhere

Guided by Voices - Alex Bell / Focus On The Flock

"A poem gives me a chance to have an encounter with a feeling, with an experience, with a wish, with an idea." - Tracy K. Smith

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