and here comes the pain...

i woke up this morning with my back aching. it must know what is coming this afternoon. i haven't done physical therapy in 10 years. i haven't been to the place i am going to today. i'll be interested to see how my anxiety does today.

the New York Rangers lost again yesterday at Carolina, 8-5. it seemed like every damn time the Rangers got a lead they would turn around and blow it. the defense was fucking putrid yesterday.

The Deuce was really good last night.

the season finale of Ballers was pretty good last night.

Last Week Tonight was fucking hilarious as usual.

America to Me was excellent last night.

The Family Business: Trump and Taxes was a look into the behind the scenes of the New York Times article. i think i know why so many dumb asses love Trump. they want to be rich and never pay taxes either. the sad thing is i guarantee the whole damn family is still cheating the system and are proud of it.

Shameless was great last night.

Kidding was dark as ever last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for some of the evening.

the New York Yankees play Game 3 of the ALDS tonight at home against Boston. i really hope the Yankees win tonight and put Boston on the brink of elimination.

the New Orleans Saints play tonight at home against Washington. Drew Brees needs 201 yards tonight to pass Peyton Manning for the most passing yards in NFL history. i hope he does it in a victory.

my physical therapy today is at 4 PM. i'm pretty sure i know where i am going. i'm interested to see what i will be doing. i figure it will be similar to my mother's physical therapy.

i hope everyone had a great weekend. best of luck to everyone enjoying an extended weekend today.

el dolor es un amigo perdido hace

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:

Clutch - In Walks Barbarella
Orgy - Blue Monday
Cream - Sunshine of Your Love

"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem." - David Carradine

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

let the freak show begin...

i decided i better let myself cool down after my little adventure today. the way some of the assholes out there were driving, i thought the lord might be telling me NOW is the time to start running motherfuckers off of the road. but, i was in my mother's SUV, so that wasn't going to happen. now, if i was in my shitty truck, i might be in jail right now.

but, on the bright side of life, i made $41 selling some music off today. that means i can actually get a haircut before the weekend comes. plus, i might just have enough left over to have a beer at the hockey game.

i didn't watch much on television last night. some PBS, a little baseball, some of The Voice recap and that was about it.

tonight is the start of the NHL season. i'll be flipping between games until 10 pm. then, i'll be watching the new season of American Horror Story. it looks like it's going to be really fucking weird, so i'm guessing i'm really going to enjoy it.

my fantasy hockey lineup is in order. i'm going to be really interested to see how they start the season. i've got some kids on the team that haven't exactly proven themselves at the NHL level just yet. i'm hoping they get off to a good start as i don't want to spend the first month rebuilding my team like i needed to last season. plus, after 2 straight years of losing in the finals, i'm really hoping to get that shitty taste out of my mouth.

i'm holding my breath over a fantasy football injury scare today. when you hear you best WR was carted off the practice field this afternoon, you know it's not good. i do have options to replace him if he can't play this Sunday, but i'd rather not have to do that. fingers are crossed...

so it looks like my tomorrow will be a morning of laundry, a haircut in the afternoon, and the start of the New York Rangers season in the evening. i'll squeeze in a blog post in there somewhere. i'm guessing the morning as i'm waiting for my underwear to get clean.

enjoy that visual...

the cats didn't look pleased with me today when i fed them 2 hours later than i usually do. i was busy burning music. i gave them a little extra. i am pleased that the young ones have realized how important water is for them. of course, that probably means the little fuckers are going to make it through the winter.

for some reason, mom brought home Chinese food for lunch today. and guess what, there was so much, that is what i'm having for dinner as well. sesame chicken. i'll have to pair it with something. perhaps a strong beer...

there was a young girl in this area that committed suicide at school the other day. i have a good feeling i know what i'm going to be writing about in the coming days. so, here's my little warning to all the editors out there... get ready for some fucking DARK poetry.

that's all for me today. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your time.

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:

Saliva - Ladies and Gentlemen
Florence + the Machine - Dog Days Are Over
The Twilight Singers - Powder Burns
Wolfmother - Joker & The Thief
Paul Thorn - Bull Mountain Bridge

"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem." - David Carradine