i got up this morning a little after 7. i could feel the rain coming right as i sat up. joy.
so, mom's physical therapy yesterday went well. i wrote 3 poems while i was in the waiting room. i typed those up when i got home. they will be part of the 8 poems i'll be sending out on Monday.
the Yankees lost last night to Tampa Bay, 9-0. what is the point to calling up a top prospect and not play him? makes no fucking sense. the lead in the division is down to 5 games. the Rays are just 4 games behind the Yankees in the loss column. this is starting to feel like one of the greatest choke jobs in history.
and now some of this and that:
nothing on the DVR tonight.
i am looking forward to watching WWE Clash at the Castle today. it's the WWE's first big European event in 30 years.
the USWNT plays Nigeria today in a friendly.
i did watch some of Serena Williams last match last night.
i should be on here tomorrow before Manchester United play Arsenal at home.
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck war.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
stay off the fucking streets.
get the fucking shot.
Aqui viene la lluvia
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:
Etta James - Baby What You Want Me to Do (Live)
Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy (Live)
Christone "Kingfish" Ingram - Empty Promises (Live)
Joe Bonamassa - Midnight Blues (Live)
Tinsley Ellis - The Axe (Live)
"The visionary starts with a clean sheet of paper, and re-imagines the world." - Malcolm Gladwell
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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