it's a brand new face

i flipped back to the game last night just as Aaron Judge was leading off the bottom of the 9th inning with a walk. i stayed glued to the game and experienced nearly every emotion i could by the end of it. the Yankees lost last night to Boston, 4-3. Gary Sanchez missed a walk off grand slam by about 5 feet or so. the sad thing about the Yankees this year was they were way too reliant on the fucking home run. if they simply knew how to have situational hitting, they would be the team moving on. instead, i had to look at video of Boston living it up in Yankee Stadium. talk about a bitter fucking taste.

so with the Yankees eliminated and the New York Rangers still looking for their first win, it was time for a change. so, i broke out the clippers and holy shit, it's a brand new face. i took mom to get a haircut today. when i sat down to get mine, i told the woman just make me look different than when i walked in.

we'll see how long the "normal" goatee lasts.

Smackdown was really good last night.

The Jim Jefferies Show was hilarious last night.

The Voice was pretty good last night.

Mayans M.C. was excellent last night.

the finale of Mr Inbetween dragged last night, right up until the finish. the finish was great.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Lucha Underground, Mr. Mercedes, American Horror Story and Total Divas. i'll watch NXT, 205 Live and the Mae Young Classic sometime tonight on WWE Network.

i might do a little writing here today as well. i mean, i don't sleep worth a shit anymore, so i might as well make my insomnia fucking productive. and i think i have my next poem for my SoundCloud recordings.

so yeah, never a dull moment in the life of a crazy person.

i had a fascinating dream about the muse last night. i sent her a message about it. i haven't heard back. i believe Tom Petty was correct, the waiting is the hardest part.

they have most of the landscaping finished. it looks really good. we're just waiting on another tree that was ordered to show up. and then once that gets planted, it's all done.

my thoughts are with everyone getting pummeled by Hurricane Michael.

Si crees en Dios, ahora sería un buen momento para pedir algo.

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:

John Prine - Lake Marie (Live)
John Prine - That's the Way That the World Goes Round (Live)
John Prine - Spanish Pipe Dream (Live)
John Prine - Paradise (Live)
John Prine w/Iris DeMent - In Spite of Ourselves (Live)

"We have two kids, my wife and myself." - Thelonious Monk

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

a white hot rage...

i pride myself on not being late for shit. so, when i showed up for my physical therapy session yesterday 25 minutes early, i figured it was a good thing. let's just say, my life would have been better if i would have been only 10 minutes early. so, i had all my paperwork already filled out. i had my driver's license and my insurance card all ready to go. and i had my credit card ready to pay the $60 for the session. there was this woman at the other window making an appointment. i paid no attention to her. i got my receipts and sat down in the waiting room. the woman that was at the other window started to walk out and then stopped and looked at me and said i thought was your car. how is the landscaping coming along? they really took all of that down. good luck, good seeing you... you know i try my fucking best to be positive and do the right thing. i really, really want to enjoy life. but there are moments constantly that will remind me, i don't get to live that life. that woman that was talking to me was the woman who molested me as a child. i'm not sure any of you can imagine just how fucking pissed i was while sitting there stewing in my hate for the next 25 fucking minutes before my appointment. i tried deep breaths, i tried counting to a million, i tried to picture the perfect way to die... nothing calmed me down. i'm not sure if any of the physical therapists picked up on it or not. by the time i went back for my appointment, i really didn't fucking care. the physical therapist i saw was pretty good. he believes it's a muscle problem in my back. the way i explained it to him and the way he told me what he thought, i tend to believe his diagnosis. basically i have a back muscle that contracted and never bothered to expand back out. so, he worked on my back for about 20 minutes or so. and then he ran electricity through it for 15 minutes. he did show me a couple stretches to do that should help my middle back. so far, they have. i see him again next Monday. hopefully, i won't be as fucking pissed as i was yesterday. on the ride home, it seemed like every fucking song was something that reminded me of some fucking situation in my life. the temptation to get the Highlander up to 100 and see how quickly death would arrive was so fucking tempting. i figure one of these nights i'm going to have to write and just pour it all out again on the page. that's part of the reason why i fear writer's block. if that ever cripples me, i don't have much choice with what will come next.

i woke up this morning and my back was sore, but it was more like the good sore. after i get this done, i'm going to have a nice long icing session, that's for sure.

the New York Yankees were absolutely fucking awful last night, from the manager down to the fucking players. they lost to Boston 16-1. and honestly, it didn't feel like it was that close. thank fucking god the Saints were on so i could watch something else. the Yankees are playing for their season tonight, so it should be interesting to see what happens. if they lose, i know one thing for sure, my face is going to look completely different.

the New Orleans Saints defeated Washington last night, 43-19. Drew Brees set the record for the most passing yards in NFL history. the Saints have a bye week coming this week. with the injuries they had last night, it's good timing. Drew now has 399 touchdown passes. they tried so damn hard for him to get to 400 last night. oh well, it will happen in the next game.

Monday Night Raw was really good last night.

The Voice was good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, The Jim Jefferies Show, Mayans M.C., The Voice and the season finale of Mr Inbetween.

the landscaping is going pretty good. i really like the stone mom picked out for this project. i think it's going to look really good when they get done.

i can't believe how fucking hot it is for the 9th day of October. i guess we really are down to two seasons anymore, hot and cold.

i need to go ice my back down and then do the trash here and next door.

that's all for me kids.

lágrimas de rabia corren por mi cara como un prisionero muriendo al sol

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:

John Lennon - God
John Lennon - Mother
John Lennon - Nobody Told Me
John Lennon - Imagine
John Lennon - Mind Games

"Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." - John Lennon

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it never fails, just when you needed a dry day...

the landscaper started working on the property today. when i went to the grocery store, he was getting ready to start taking down the blocks, bricks, etc. he got all the plants out this morning. i was standing in line at the grocery to check out when i noticed it was fucking pouring in the parking lot. i started to wonder if mom got the windows closed before it started to rain. (nope) i got fucking soaked in the parking lot putting the groceries into the Highlander. it never fucking fails.

when i got back home, it did look like the landscaper had got all or at least most of the demo done. i can't wait to see what it looks like when they start putting stuff in. mom said that no water actually got into the house, so that's good. i got all the groceries and kept it under $100.

the New York Rangers lost last night to Nashville, 3-2. i liked what i saw for the most part from the team. they do look like they will be playing hard and fast. and i honestly think, a little better officiating last night and maybe the Rangers come away with something from the game.

Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.

The Big Bang Theory was pretty funny last night.

Young Sheldon was funny last night.

Will & Grace was hilarious last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be VICE, NJPW and Real Time with Bill Maher.

the New York Yankees start the ALDS tonight in Boston. i'd love to see them win.

the kicker to everything today is the television in my room is now fucking up. the picture goes black every 2 to 3 seconds and then comes backs on. i've only had the damn thing for like 3 years. and people wonder why i hate technology.

safe travels to the muse this holiday weekend. i hope you have a great one.

i have no damn clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. the WWE has an event in Australia that starts at 5 in the morning. if i get up to watch that, i'll try to be on here before Manchester United plays. if that doesn't happen, i might try to squeeze in the window before Ohio State plays. if that doesn't happen, i'll try to be on here before Saturday Night Live comes on. it's going to be another one of those insomnia kicks my ass again nights, i can feel it.

i hope everyone has a great weekend.

Me pregunto cuánto tiempo tiene Dios la intención de castigarme por existir.

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:

Portishead - Glory Box (Live)
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (Live)
Violent Femmes - Add It Up (Live)
Jane's Addiction - Jane Says (Live)

"The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you." - Neil deGrasse Tyson

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