the last day of June...

 so, i wanted to get up early this morning so i could get a few things done (feeding the birds, etc.). i went to bed at 1:30 AM, which is a few hours earlier than i normally try to fall asleep. but, my inner child wasn't tired, so the words started coming to me. i have been in a pretty damn good writing mode this month, and sometimes it just happens like this. once i got a few stanzas into it, i knew i better write this shit down. and holy shit, i think i ended up writing my favorite poem EVER. add that to the other 4 poems i wrote while my mother was in physical therapy and i know i will have some poems to send out for submissions in early July.

the New York Yankees won yesterday at Oakland, 10-4. they start a series tonight at St. Louis.

NJPW was really good last night.

i did watch some of both Gold Cup games last night.

i did go to Rite Aid today to pick up my prescriptions. hats off to the young woman working the counter at the pharmacy as she found both of them in the mess they have going on there. of course, the one i needed is on order. of course.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Smackdown, AEW Rampage and Painting with John. i'll watch NXT Level Up sometime tonight on Peacock.

the air quality got a little better here today. thankfully.

i guess i will probably watch some of the Gold Cup games tonight as well.

i should be on here tomorrow before WWE Money in the Bank comes on in the afternoon tomorrow from London.

it seems like this month has flown by. i hope everyone enjoys the last day of June. the silly season with free agency is getting ready to really begin. i hope Manchester United, the New York Rangers, the New York Knicks and Sacramento Kings do well, at least for my own sake.

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 off the fucking streets.

get the fucking shot.

como un gorila saltó de mi espalda

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:

Turnpike Troubadours - Good Lord Lorrie

Strange Ranger - She's on Fire

Sunny War - Whole

The Japanese House - Sunshine Baby

Nothing But Thieves - Do You Love Me Yet?

"You have to be taught to be second class; you're not born that way." - Lena Horne

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