sometimes, magic does happen...

i got a line stuck in my head last night that i thought could make an amazing poem. so there i was, 3:30 in the morning, pounding out some lines and not exactly drunk, but certainly with a good buzz. i typed the 2 page poem up this morning. it's really good. i'm hoping it won't be my last poem of 2018. but, if it is, it's a good way to finish off a crazy fucking year.

so i sent an email out last night at like 2 in the morning to my last former best friend. i'm really hoping it brings some fucking closure to all of this. i have 2 goals in 2019. write a fucking poem that finally gets me nominated for the Pushcart Prize. next, i want to eliminate all the toxic shit in my life; relationships, fear, anxiety, all of it.

i figure i can accomplish this by being as productive as possible. i'd like to think i started that in 2018, but i want to take it so many steps past what i have done this year... this is normally where i would wax poetic by saying god willing or some other bullshit. my goal is to push as much urgency as possible into my body so it bleeds out of me.

the Dayton Flyers won yesterday, 81-69. considering they were up by 28 at halftime, i wasn't exactly pleased with the final score. at some point this season, this team has to realize when you have your boot on another team's neck, you apply pressure, you don't let up. thankfully, it finally sounded like the coach was annoyed with it in the post game press conference. finally.

i got home and watched my recording of the Manchester United game. oh, what a breath of fresh fucking air. United won yesterday 5-1. that's the first time they have scored 5 goals in the Premier League since Sir Alex left. now, i know they won't play like that every game, but it was so fucking nice to see they know that kind of game still exists in their DNA.

i did watch a good portion of the NFL game last night between the Ravens and Chargers. i don't think anyone will want to play Baltimore in the playoffs this year.

i also watched some boxing last night and most of the New York Rangers game. the Rangers lost in Toronto 5-3. i think the game showed the talent gap between both teams. oh well. the Rangers play tonight at home against Philadelphia.

ROH was a recap of the best matches of 2018 last night. next week will be a recap of the women's matches. it was a fun hour of television.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Ray Donovan and Escape at Dannemora.

the New Orleans Saints play today at home against the Steelers. i'm really hoping the Saints win today as that will clinch just about everything in the NFC for them.

i'm guessing my sister will be here tonight. she spent last night at her friend's house.

i hope everyone had a great Saturday. hopefully, your Sunday will be even better.

Elimina el miedo a lo desconocido, el resto será fácil.

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:

Kanye West - Power
flora cash - You're Somebody Else
Tom Waits - Small Change (Got Rained On With His Own .38)
Red Wanting Blue - My Name Is Death (Live)

"The best revenge is to live on and prove yourself." - Eddie Vedder

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

finally able to let the house air out

so i was planning what i was going to write about the Yankees last night and out of nowhere, the fuckers came back and won a game. completely unexpected. blow a 3 run lead, then come back on the second best closer in the American League and win 5-4. that was one victory beer i certainly enjoyed.

the humidity has finally broken here big time. this morning it was 58 degrees. such a relief. this afternoon it's only in the mid 70's. pretty rare when i can open the windows and let the house air out in July.

a little sad news i need to pass on. i do believe my cats Gizmo 2.0 and Phantom of The Opera have died. i haven't seen either in over a month now. i figure the coyotes have struck again. my next worry is my cat Walt Whitman. i haven't seen him in 2 weeks. i have seen plenty of new kittens that are starting to be a little more curious each day. not sure how many of them will actually make it to winter.

tonight is one of those nights where i really wish i had a DVR. all of this is roughly on at the same time. Big Brother will be a bit of a shocker tonight. i would watch it but i will be watching USA vs. Honduras in Gold Cup action. also on at that time will be the Yankees. i might follow that online. then a little Duck Dynasty into The Bridge on FX. those will be on while Mexico is playing in the Gold Cup. i know i'll watch team USA and The Bridge for sure. the other shit will be on commercial breaks i guess.

that's pretty much it for today. i've got some dishes i need to do, 2 newspapers to read and a real long shower to take. the weather is nice but my back is barking like i'm 80 years old. fun.

music:

Foy Vance - NoiseTrade Sampler
Kanye West - The College Dropout

"All human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope." - Alexandre Dumas