Showing posts with label jim jefferies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jim jefferies. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

choking on nostalgia can be dangerous...

i haven't slept well at all this week. i'm sure it has to do with the stress i'm having for my procedure next week (which i still haven't got any fucking paperwork for). i was driving to get gas this morning and a song came on the radio that the girlfriend i had when i was 27 decided that it was "our" song. holy shit, that was a flood of fucking emotions coming back. after getting the gas, nearly $30 worth, i had to go to Rite-Aid to get some stuff. and of course, the vitamins mom wanted weren't there. joy.

i wrote 12 poems today while mom was doing her physical therapy. i typed those up this afternoon. i really like a few of them. i think i have written over 30 now in November.

the Dayton Flyers won last night against Nebraska Omaha 93-68. it was probably the best defense i have seen them play in a long time. and Dayton can really score. i'm not going to be surprised when they put over 100 points on someone this season. and they still haven't had all their players healthy yet. easily the deepest Dayton team in years.

the USMNT defeated Cuba last night, 4-0, to win the group and advance to the semi-finals of the CONCACAF Nations League. i think they will play Honduras in June or something like that.

the series finale of The Jim Jefferies Show was fucking great last night.

The Voice was good last night. i have no objections over the two that got eliminated.

Total Divas was good last night.

WWE Backstage was excellent last night. CM Punk can still cut the best damn promo of anyone in his generation.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Masked Singer, NXT and AEW.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Washington. i'd love to see the Rangers end their losing streak tonight, but i'm not expecting it, that's for sure.

i'm hoping mom's new glasses and/or walker will arrive before Thanksgiving.

i don't think i have any plans tomorrow, so i'll probably be on here in the afternoon.

that's all for me kids. i need to go ice down my aching back.

until tomorrow...

¿A dónde recurres cuando el amor de tu vida no está interesado?

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:

Yam Haus - The Thrill
Daft Punk - One More Time
Icona Pop w/Charli XCX - I Love It
Dirty Heads - That's All I Need

"Progress is a nice word. But change is its motivator. And change has its enemies." - Robert Kennedy

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

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

sometimes, even exhaustion isn't enough

i have a hard time turning off my brain these days. i suppose i won't get a deep sleep until death knocks on the damn door. i was sitting at the computer checking my email at 3 in the morning wondering why the fuck i wasn't exhausted yet. 4 hours of sleep later, rinse and fucking repeat. joy.

Monday Night Raw was good last night. i can't wait for Survivor Series this weekend.

The Voice was really good last night. i have no clue which 2 are going to get eliminated tonight.

Desus & Mero was hilarious last night. the season finale is on Thursday.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, the series finale of The Jim Jefferies Show, Total Divas and WWE Backstage.

i'll be at the Dayton Flyers game tonight against Nebraska Omaha. hopefully, Dayton will win easily tonight.

the USMNT takes on Cuba tonight. if the USA wins, which they should, they will win the group in the CONCACAF Nations League.

i need to go get the trash picked up so i can finish getting ready to go to the game tonight.

i should be on here tomorrow after mom's physical therapy in the afternoon.

until tomorrow kids...

mis pesadillas me hacen sonreir

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:

Ray LaMontagne - Jolene
CocoRosie - Werewolf
DOPE LEMON - Salt & Pepper
Sarah McLachlan - Good Enough

"Perhaps the saddest irony of depression is that suicide happens when the patient gets a little better and can again function sufficiently." - Dick Cavett

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

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

so some hearing started today or something...

i'm not that much interested in the impeachment hearings, unless there is a suicide on national television or something that is something i don't already know. it's not that i don't think the asshole that thinks he's king shouldn't be impeached, he should already be in jail for a thousand different fucking things. but, that's not what happens to the rich in this country and probably never will.

i got some poetry news to pass on. i heard back from Nerve Cowboy on my poetry submission from July of 2018. they passed on the five i sent. fuck, i don't even remember writing these, that's how long ago that was. i wrote 7 poems today while mom had physical therapy. i will have plenty to choose from when i send out poems tomorrow morning.

the New York Rangers pissed away a 2-0 lead last night against the Penguins. but thankfully, the kids showed up in OT to give the Rangers a 3-2 victory.

The Voice was good last night. i really didn't have any qualms with who got sent home.

The Jim Jefferies Show was hilarious last night. the series finale is next week.

the season finale of Mr. Mercedes was excellent last night. the ending left open a season 4, though i have no clue if that is actually happening or not.

Total Divas was good last night.

WWE Backstage was good last night, right up to the end of the show. and then i nearly shit myself when CM Punk's music hit and he walked out. it's been over 5 years since he's been seen on WWE television. apparently, hell has slightly frozen over yet again.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Masked Singer, NXT, AEW, Cake and the season finale of American Horror Story.

i did watch the ending of the Kentucky vs. Evansville game last night. it's obviously going to be a fucking crazy college basketball season.

it was pretty cold here today, but thankfully no snow or ice or anything.

i should be on here tomorrow in the afternoon, hopefully after getting a slew of poems out into the world.

until tomorrow kids...

la muerte es tan aterradora como la espina de una rosa

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:

Groove Armada - I See You Baby (Fatboy Slim Remix)
Rihanna - Umbrella (Travis Barker Remix)
Pigeonhed - Battleflag (Lo-Fidelity Allstars Remix)
Coins - Sure Shot (Daft Science Remix)

"Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences." - Robert Louis Stevenson

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

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

3 inches of snow and the cold side of hell

i think we only got maybe 2 inches of snow, but somewhere in town they got around 3. i can deal with the snow, it's the fucking cold that sucks. the lows here are supposed to be in the single fucking digits. oh joy.

physical therapy went well today. all my numbers look better than when i started. so, i'm on a 2 week hold. after that, my therapist will call and see how i'm doing. if i'm still doing good, i'll be formally discharged from physical therapy.

i did the trash when i got home. i wanted to do that while the sun was still out. and i didn't go next door as there were people over there, so i figured they could take the trash out. of course, those lazy fucks didn't. so, i guess it will go out next week.

Monday Night Raw was good last night.

The Voice was good last night. i have no clue who goes home tonight as the show goes from 20 to 13.

Desus & Mero was fucking hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, The Jim Jefferies Show, the season finale of Mr. Mercedes, Total Divas and WWE Backstage.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against the Penguins. hopefully the boys can get a win tonight.

i might do a little poetry work tonight. i need to figure out where i'm sending a batch of poems, probably on Thursday.

i know mom has physical therapy tomorrow afternoon. i should be on here after that.

i have updated my Amazon.com Wish List. you can find that on the right hand side of this blog. if you want to get me something for Christmas, you are more than welcome to do so. or, if you would simply like to give me money, you can always send some via PayPal. just use my email address.

that's all for me kids.

until tomorrow...

estos viejos huesos no son buenos en el frío

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:

Cody Jinks - Same Kind of Crazy as Me
Flatt Lonesome - Highway of Pain
Whitey Morgan and the 78's - Me and the Whiskey
John Moreland - Break My Heart Sweetly

"As I get older, I get smaller. I see other parts of the world I didn't see before. Other points of view. I see outside myself more." - Neil Young

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

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

so when the garage door broke...

i was going out to get the paper this morning and the garage door only went halfway up. fucking great. stress neither my mother or i fucking needed today. i guess the coils fucking snapped. cost $400 to get that fixed today. but, it has a 10 year warranty on it. hopefully, it lasts longer than that.

my new mouse worked perfectly today getting the poems out. that spared me so much fucking pain. i sent out 26 poems today. 3 each to Rusty Truck and Red Eft Review (1 already accepted); 5 each to Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos (already accepted), Misfit Magazine and Fourth & Sycamore. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.

the college basketball games were pretty good last night. you could tell nerves were getting to some of the players. hopefully, it will be a magical season.

the season finale of Mayans M.C. was excellent last night.

Mr. Mercedes was great last night. i can't wait for the season finale next week.

The Voice was pretty good last night. the live shows start next week.

The Jim Jefferies Show was hilarious last night.

Total Divas was pretty good last night.

WWE Backstage was pretty good as well last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Masked Singer, NXT, AEW, American Horror Story and Cake.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Detroit. hopefully, they have a good bounce back game tonight.

i will be on here tomorrow after my physical therapy session and after Manchester United plays in the Europa League.

until tomorrow kids...

rodar con los golpes mi amigo

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:

Trampled By Turtles - Fake Plastic Trees
Macy Gray - Creep
Nine Inch Nails - Physical (You're So)
Gary Jules - Mad World

"The older I get, the more I realize how rare it is to meet a kindred spirit." - Ethan Hawke

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

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

a little cold sunshine...

i got a nice surprise this morning from my mother and sister. they got me a new mouse for my computer, one specifically for people with arthritis; carpal tunnel, etc. so far, holy fucking shit, what a difference. the big test comes tomorrow when i send the poems out. if it works like it should, about 500 lbs. of stress is out of my life.

physical therapy went well today. my therapist said i am stronger than when i started. i have two more appointments and then i will be done.

the New York Rangers fell into the trap last night of forgetting games are not played on paper. they dominated the first 11 minutes of the game and then had their asses handed to them, losing to Ottawa, 6-2.

The Voice was pretty good last night.

Desus & Mero was fucking hilarious last night.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, Total Divas, WWE Backstage, The Jim Jefferies Show, the season finale of Mayans M.C. and Mr. Mercedes.

i do plan on watching some of the college basketball games tonight. Duke plays Kansas and Michigan St. takes on Kentucky. that's a good way to start the season.

i will probably be on here tomorrow after i send the poems out. i'm hoping i will be in a good mood.

i need to get the trash picked up here and next door, so that's all for me kids.

until tomorrow...

abraza tu dolor como un viejo amante que no has visto en años

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:

Fiona Apple - Shadowboxer
Garbage - #1 Crush
Dusty Springfield - No Easy Way Down
Cat Power - I've Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now)

"Life is too short to work so hard." - Vivien Leigh

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

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

a rainy day and a bad back, not a good combination...

as i was in agony in the massage chair this morning, i told my mother these are the days why so many people become fucking addicts. i then started tapping my arm and asked for a lighter and a spoon. she laughed, mostly because with her fucked up back, she knows the misery. it's also why she probably won't leave me any money when she dies either.

i was in so much pain this afternoon that my body just shut down and went to sleep. of course, it doesn't help that i didn't get to bed until 4:30 this morning and woke up to a phone ringing a little before 9. joy.

the New York Rangers must have got the message from their coach last night about how will ALWAYS beats skill. they actually played a full 60 minutes last night, defeating the Lightning 4-1. now they have the blueprint on what they need to do each game for the rest of the season.

Manchester United defeated Chelsea today 2-1 in the League Cup. holy shit, that's 3 away wins in a row. i must be dreaming.

The Voice was pretty good last night.

Total Divas was good last night.

Mayans M.C. was excellent last night. the season finale next week should be amazing.

Mr. Mercedes was great last night.

The Jim Jefferies Show was fucking hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT, AEW, American Horror Story, Cake and The Bronx, USA.

i'm going to try to be on here in the morning tomorrow, mostly because my physical therapy appointment is later in the afternoon and there is a shitload of wrestling on tomorrow that i want to watch. so, the morning is basically the only time i could do the blog.

Game 7 of the World Series is tonight. the road team has won every game. hopefully, that continues tonight.

it's still fucking raining, so i'm off to my massage chair for yet another session with ice packs. joy.

until tomorrow kids...

descanse en paz John Witherspoon

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:

Caribou - Home
Guided By Voices - Dig Through My Window
Rufus Wainwright - Trouble in Paradise
The Black Crowes - She Talks To Angels

"I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn't irascible." - Ezra Pound

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


Tuesday, October 29, 2019

at least my range of motion is better...

the physical therapist said today that i was really tight, especially in my traps. he asked if i get any headaches, which i don't. he asked in a way that he thought since i was so tight i would have them all the time. good times. my range of motion is better since last week, so that's good. after my session, i went to the Meijer store down the street to pick up a few things. $60 later, i was on my way home. of course, nearly got into an accident because some fucking teenagers don't know how a 4 way stop works. i came so close to just following them and scaring them to death. but i didn't. and people wonder why i don't want to own a gun.

the series finale of The Deuce was excellent last night. the final scene had me in tears.

Monday Night Raw had a few good moments last night. as for the rest of it, i should have just gone to sleep.

The Voice was pretty good last night. the battle rounds are finally over and now it's on to the knockouts.

Desus & Mero was excellent last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, Total Divas, Mr. Mercedes, Mayans M.C. and The Jim Jefferies Show.

the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Tampa Bay. i'm not sure how much of the game i'm going to watch.

it's been a dreary fucking day today, so my arthritis has been driving me fucking crazy. joy.

and of course, it's supposed to start raining soon and i need to pick up the fucking trash.

so, that's all for me kids. i have no damn clue when i will be on here tomorrow.

until then...

la tecnología será la muerte de todos nosotros

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:

Jason Isbell - Cover Me Up
Bryan Adams - Thought I'd Died and Gone to Heaven
Chris Isaak - Wicked Game
Joe Cocker - When the Night Comes

"There are no mistakes, only happy accidents." - Bob Ross

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

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

how i just love having my time wasted...

so i got up this morning, showered and was ready to go have a camera put down my throat to check my upper GI. the doctor's office called and asked if i could come early. i said yeah. so, my sister and i headed to the hospital. i checked in, filled out the paperwork. a few minutes later, i got called to the back. i filled out more paperwork, signed a few things and changed clothes, etc. etc. then, the anesthesiologist came in and voiced her concerns. she started out making sure i wouldn't take this the wrong way about my weight, which i immediately knew was going to be some bullshit about being fat, and that was exactly what it was. she was uncomfortable about doing the procedure because of my weight. she was afraid i would die and they don't have anything on hand to bring me back. i almost told her to just roll the fucking dice, i've lived enough. my blood pressure and oxygen levels were fine. the doctor came in and apologized, said he didn't think it was going to be a big deal. so, i had to get dressed and wait 10 fucking minutes for them to take me back to the front so i could reschedule the procedure at a hospital. mind you, this place is technically a hospital, but more thought of as outpatient facility. so, i'm sitting there and the woman that does the scheduling tells me they are already scheduling out to February 2020, so she couldn't do anything for me. i left, got my sister in the waiting room, and i was fucking fuming. did they not know i was heavy in the 3 previous visits to the office? my sister was truly fucking pissed. she took a day off of work to do this for me. i drove home so i could finally eat breakfast before noon. mom was a little stunned to see us back so soon.

now, part two of my venting. the battery on my car keys had died, so i went to the place where i got the lifetime guarantee to have it replaced. i was a little concerned, since my mother's name was on the card. thankfully, that didn't matter and within 5 minutes of walking in, i was walking out with a fresh battery and no charge at all. i went and got what mom wanted for lunch and she told me that the doctor's office called. i checked the message after i got done with lunch. so, two fucking hours after i sat there and they said they couldn't schedule anything, they called and gave me the number to call to schedule it. i wouldn't be pissed if the number was something other than the office number to have them schedule an appointment for you. and to top of all the bullshit today, the orthopedic doctor i was supposed to see in November about my fucked up neck isn't going to be in the office on the day of my appointment. so, i need to call them and reschedule.

and as much as i try not to do this, these are the days i punish myself for not following through on the purest thought i had when i was 8 years old. i imagine i will call the places tomorrow morning before i have physical therapy. or maybe i won't call them back at all. maybe tonight is the night i dance with Dylan Thomas and we see which fucker makes it under the table first.

the New York Rangers lost in OT last night to Arizona, 3-2. oh well, that's 5 losses in a row now.

The Voice was pretty good last night.

Total Divas was hilarious last night.

The Jim Jefferies Show was excellent last night.

Mr. Mercedes was great last night.

Mayans M.C. was fucking awesome last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT, AEW, American Horror Story, Cake and 24/7 College Football.

i did watch a little of the NBA games last night. here are some highlights:

i know Manchester United plays in the Europa League tomorrow. here is a preview:

i'm probably going to do the blog after my physical therapy session tomorrow, unless i get a wild hair up my ass and do it in the morning.

and i get the feeling i may have to unleash some shit on some empty pages tonight.

ah, the life of a poet. every memory is a fucking scar on my brain and i'm chasing shadows that relish every chance they get to fuck me over. imagine the tragedy if i was actually loved.

until tomorrow kids...

pronto, no seré más que un recuerdo que se desvanece

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:

Sleigh Bells - Where Did You Sleep Last Night
PJ Harvey - Red Right Hand
Gary Jules - Mad World
Mavis Staples - Why Am I Treated So Bad? (Live)

"Never use a big word when a little filthy one will do." - Johnny Carson

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

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

the joys of a pinched nerve in the neck...

i started my physical therapy today. i thought it was going to be for the carpal tunnel. of course, it wasn't. it was for the pinched nerve in my neck. they are hoping they can resolve that and that will solve the problems in my hand. that's a hail mary at best i believe. but, i go twice a week for the next 3 weeks. i'm hoping at the very least i no longer have any pain in my neck or shooting pains running down my right arm.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.

The Deuce was fucking amazing last night. the series finale is next week.

The Voice was good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, Total Divas, Mr. Mercedes, Mayans M.C. and The Jim Jefferies Show.

the New York Rangers will look to end their losing streak tonight against the Coyotes. hopefully, they will find a way to get a win.

the NBA season starts tonight. i'll probably watch a little of the late game, Lakers vs. Clippers.

i believe my sister is coming down tonight so she'll be here in the morning to take me to the hospital to have my upper GI looked at. i'm hoping they don't find anything but i'm pretty sure my luck with my health has run the fuck out. she'll have to drive me home since i will be knocked out for the procedure. i'm really hoping they give me the good shit.

i will do a blog after i get home and am somewhat coherent. it's going to be interesting, especially since i have a physical therapy session on Thursday. joy.

that's all for me kids, i still have trash to pick up.

until tomorrow, whenever that may be.

oh, cómo extraño las manos de una mujer en mi cuerpo

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:

twenty one pilots - My Blood
Harvey Danger - Flagpole Sitta
Hum - Stars
Shovels & Rope - I'm Coming Out

"You're only as young as the last time you changed your mind." - Timothy Leary

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

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

and then it started to rain...

the New York Yankees lost yesterday to Houston, 4-1. they are now trailing in the ALCS 2-1. Game 4 tonight has already been postponed, so the Yankees are now up against it. that means there will be no off day on Friday. so, the Yankees need to get some innings from their starters or this series will be over quickly.

the USMNT lost to Canada last night, 2-0. it was the first time that Canada had beaten the USA in 34 years. fuck me, it was awful. no urgency, no desire, hell, Canada should have won by 4 or 5. fucking pathetic.

and to make my night even worse, it started to fucking rain like the end of the world was happening. thunder, lightning, wind howling like a motherfucker. good times.

i guess there is something going on between C5 and C6 in my neck. good thing i was telling the nurse this for weeks before she actually decided i should get some x-rays done. so, next month i see an orthopedic doctor to examine my neck. i guess that means the physical therapy i start next week is for my carpal tunnel in my right wrist.

The Voice was very good last night.

Total Divas was pretty funny last night.

The Jim Jefferies Show was fucking hilarious last night.

Mr. Mercedes was awesome last night.

Mayans M.C. was very good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT, AEW, The Masked Singer, American Horror Story, 24/7 College Football and Cake.

i went to the bank today to make a deposit. after that, mom wanted me to get her something at McDonald's. it was kind of weird. the lady running the cash register in the drive thru had the same name as the love of my life when i was 23. and then the lady, who maybe was in her early 20's at best, that handed me the food called me sweetie. i chuckled and wondered what fucking world am i living in.

my arthritis has been fucking with me all day long. it's quite the scene when i'm in the shower and my body starts to radiate from the pain. i know one thing, my death isn't going to be pretty.

i'm going to try to be on here earlier tomorrow, but i truly have no clue when i will be on here. i get the feeling i'll be doing something for mom tomorrow. who knows, just trying to stay in the will.

hope everyone is doing good. until tomorrow kids...

ya no me gusta 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:

Morphine - You Look Like Rain
The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight
John Mayer - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
The Doors - The End

"I can resist everything except temptation." - Oscar Wilde

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

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

say hello to the cold sunshine...

the furnace kicked on like a motherfucker at 4 this morning. of course, i was still awake, mostly because mom has pills to take at 4... i believe it got down into the 30's here last night. joy. as usual Ohio weather goes, i think it's supposed to get into the 70's today.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.

The Deuce was excellent last night.

The Voice was good last night. the battle rounds started finally.

it was so good to see Desus & Mero back on last night. it was fucking hilarious as usual.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice, Total Divas, Mr. Mercedes, Mayans M.C. and The Jim Jefferies Show.

the New York Yankees play Game 3 of the ALCS at home this afternoon against Houston. the Astros have their best pitcher going, so the Yankees are going to need a ton of luck to win today.

the USMNT takes on Canada tonight in Toronto in the CONCACAF Nations League.

i get the feeling that i might have to take mom to get some blood work done today, so i figured i better get the blog done now.

the Nationals are up 3-0 on the Cardinals in the NLCS. unless a miracle happens, the Nationals will be going to the World Series. i'll laugh my ass off if that happens. let Bryce Harper walk away and then go have a chance to win it all. hilarious.

i should be on here in the afternoon tomorrow, hopefully feeling better than i do today. my back is tight and i could use more sleep.

until tomorrow kids...

estos viejos huesos míos están cansados

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:

Jason Isbell - Cover Me Up
Brett Dennen - Queen of the Westside
The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be in Good Company
Ted Hawkins - Long As I Can See The Light

"When one has not had a good father, one must create one." - Friedrich Nietzsche

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