a glimpse into my future

so i think i fucked up my right ankle really good last night as i sprinted from the kitchen to my mother's bathroom when i heard her fall. thankfully, she didn't break anything (other than the toilet paper holder) and was only sore today. but i did stay up for a few hours after the fall to make sure she didn't have a concussion, especially given her history. fast forward to this morning when my mom gets a call from next door saying that my uncle has fallen. so, of course, mom and i race over there to try to help him. my uncle is just short enough and weighs just enough that i couldn't get down low enough to get him up by myself. so, the paramedics had to come out and help him up. this is what the back side of the circle looks like folks. death is not a pretty picture. it's swollen body parts, spots on the body, shit not working anymore, and it's only worse when pride gets in the fucking way. for those that are interested, my mother slipped on the bathmat that was on the floor. as i told her after i helped her up and got her some ice, she was trying to do two things at once again; walk and shut the door behind her. one day she'll accept that she needs to slow down and do one thing at a time. and i'm not exactly the best person to be in these situations. while i am very caring and will do anything asked, i'm also very fucking blunt and to the point. i say this as i start to imagine the future arguments with my mother over her getting old. good times.

it rained on and off most of today, so i'm really feeling my right ankle. i'm sort of just plowing through the pain, as i know the only thing that's going to help this is the good shit. morphine, cocaine, etc. i figure i'll break out the hard liquor tonight and drink myself to sleep. on top of the ankle, i'm pretty sure i strained my back trying to lift my uncle. so that will be drink number 2.

mom and i went to Menards this afternoon. we were supposed to got his morning but of course, life happened. i found a skull that lights up and was at a clearance price, so i was very happy to get that. some more odd shit for my room. we also got a few more solar lights as i am bound and determined to turn this into a sophisticated white trash utopia. plus, more birdseed as the birds are finally starting to eat the new seed i got a few weeks back.

the New York Yankees finally won a meaningful game last night, beating Boston 4-1. that clinches the wild card and was the 10,000th win in team history. they got there with almost a thousand less losses than the other teams that got to the mark. the post game party was hilarious to watch.

John Ryan Murphy will go down in history with one of the greatest lines i have heard at one of these things... "all the guys are on the same page and that page is drinking." the game tonight in Baltimore was rained out so they will play a doubleheader tomorrow. that's a good chance for the kids to play some games. the Yankees need one more win or one more loss from Houston and they will host the wild card game in New York.

the season finale of Married was excellent last night. that was fun to watch after the football game. i got the winner wrong, but my kicker from Baltimore did get me some points for that winning field goal.

time for some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NJPW. it's on right now so i will probably watch it after i eat a late dinner.

for Flashback Friday, let's go back to my very first YouTube video:

"any tragedy you could imagine" is one of my favorite poems i have EVER written. pairing it with the events that happened yesterday in Oregon only makes even more haunting. i imagine some people will hate me for posting that after what happened yesterday... like i haven't been hated before.

i will be on here probably tomorrow morning as it is going to be my usual crazy, busy ass Saturday. i hope everyone has a great weekend planned. or better yet, you're just going to go out and raise some hell and see what the fuck happens. as always, call if you need bail money.

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:

Gov't Mule - Presence of the Lord (Live)
Tori Amos - Winter (Live)
Cowboy Junkies - Lost My Driving Wheel (Live)
Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy (Live)
Trampled By Turtles - Where Is My Mind? (Live)

"I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

it seems weird to not be watching the crops this time of the year

when i was driving mom back home last night, we had to take some back roads due to an accident. she had no clue where i was going and i explained to her given the amount i would drink and drive in my 20's, i needed to know every back road in order to get away from the police... just in case. as we drove, i noticed some of the fields were being harvested. it totally feels weird to look out the windows and not see the fields of corn and soybeans being harvested. i guess the move after 18 years on the farm is slowly sinking in. i suppose the first Thanksgiving and Christmas here will really sink it in fully.

i got back from picking up mom in time to watch most of the second half of the Manchester United game. i was very pleased with the win and how they did it. coming from behind and being strong in possession while hanging on for dear life after getting the lead. the winning goal was a very good one.

that flip from Juan Mata was pure brilliance. now every team in the group is tied at 3 points. this is a group that will most likely come down to the last game. United next plays on Sunday against Arsenal as they try to stay on top of the Premier League.

NXT was very good last night. some really good matches and a wonderful build up to the next Sasha Banks vs. Bayley match on October 7th.

You're The Worst was excellent last night. it seemed like just a normal great episode until the ending. the ending was so out of the blue that i can't wait to see where the next episode goes.

the New York Yankees left a small village on base last night while pissing away yet another chance to make the playoffs. they lost to Boston 9-5 in 11 innings. due to losses from other teams, the magic number is down to 1. i really don't want them to back into the playoffs, but i'm pretty sure that's how it will happen. not sure if mother nature will allow the final home game to be played tonight or not. the east coast certainly looks like nothing but rain. and of course the Yankees last 3 games of the season are in Baltimore. chances are i won't watch much tonight if there is a game. it's too fucking painful to watch these days.

time for some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

the New York Rangers won last night 3-2 over Boston. The King certainly looks ready for the season to start. i'm really interested to see who will be the final cuts from the team. there really aren't any easy decisions for the coaches or the general manager.

on the DVR tonight will be the season finale of Married. i believe it's a two episode finale. i will most likely be watching the NFL game tonight between the Steelers and Ravens. i have a couple fantasy guys going in that.

mom wants to go to the grocery store after her calls this afternoon, mostly because it's supposed to rain all tomorrow here. i figure that makes sense, plus we certainly do need to stock back up. hopefully my brain will be firing while i'm there. i wouldn't mind having something i just have to write about when we get back home.

well, that's all for me today. i need to eat some lunch and go see if the mail is here. i hope everyone has a wonderful rest of the day. if not, there should never be a glass of something "special" that far away from you.

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:

Nine Inch Nails - The Slip
Rammstein - Du Hast
Prince - Call My Name
The Crystal Method - Name of the Game

"I'm more interested in being good than being famous." - Annie Leibovitz

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

and sometimes i'm the bleary eyed madman...

my theory is the dumb fuck that delivered the mail today forgot to put down the flags of the people who had mail to pick up. that's why i didn't get the mail until 5 PM. and of course, i should have gone out earlier and checked, but my disgust with people kind of makes that impossible. i'm sort of in my keep your mouth shut and eyes open phase of getting to know people around here. as usual, i'm looking for a disgruntled wife or a daughter getting ready to turn 18. simply looking for a muse you sick fucks. anything else would be quite the fucking surprise on my end.

in the mail today was a response from Hiram Poetry Review on my submission from July. they decided to pass but want me to try them again. i probably would if they would have sent back the poems they rejected. instead, since i had to print them out again, HPR will be shuffled back down the list. and thankfully, i didn't send out any poems today, because the 5 that got rejected will easily find homes at other places. so that more or less will change all the submissions i had lined up. this is the joy of being a poor poet with a healthy ego.

i picked the football game right last night. most of my fantasy players did decent except for the Washington RB i started that fumbled a touchdown out of the end zone.

the New York Yankees won last night 3-2. Carlos Beltran hit a 3 run homer and the pitching held on for dear life after that. the magic number to clinch a playoff spot is 6. hopefully they lower that number tonight.

Married was excellent last night. i really enjoyed the fact that the story was about trying to do a book and the strain that can cause between friends. i suppose that is why none of my friends really live close to me.

time for some music kids. fuck it, the weekend starts now:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NJPW.

the New York Rangers lost in a shootout last night to Boston. i was pleased that they were winning the game when The King was in. he won't come out after 40 minutes in the regular season. they play tomorrow against the Devils.

i saw that the University of Dayton hired a new Athletic Director today. i automatically felt old when the new AD is younger than i am. hopefully he can clean up this Dyshawn Pierre mess. not sure how someone gets suspended for 10 games when the police and prosecutor's office didn't bring any charges against him. and if i was the coach of the team, rest assured i'm looking for the first big time job that comes my way now after the administration rushed to judgment on my senior captain. what a fucking mess.

Manchester United plays Sunderland tomorrow morning. i will probably post a blog before then. if i don't, it will surely be before Ohio State plays in the afternoon.

i got some awesome FREE music on NoiseTrade today from one of my favorite artists, Warren Haynes. i HIGHLY recommend you check out the link below in the music section.

a quick Flashback Friday today (yes, i know i forgot it last week). the first poem of mine is "decisions". this was published in January 2013. you can find it by going here:
http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/100s/issue140decisions.html

next up is my poem "after a glass of scotch". this was published in August 2012. you can find that poem by going here: http://napalmandnovocain.blogspot.com/2012/08/a-poem-by-jj-campbell.html

if you enjoy those poems, feel free to share them with the world. if you think they suck, feel free to email me and tell me that. i love a good thrashing from time to time.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. i believe my mother leaves on Sunday for a conference in Columbus. so i might be home alone for a few days. i see nothing but drinking and writing between checking out porn and sports.

enjoy that visual. go out and have a great weekend. enjoy it before (fill in the blank)...

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:

Warren Haynes - Ashes & Dust Tour Sampler

"Silence is so accurate." - Mark Rothko

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

finding joy in the misery of others

after i watched the New York Yankees lose last night, i was able to turn over to the good shit on Big Brother. i was so happy that Steve beat Vanessa in the final HOH. i was even happier when he made the $500,000 decision to take Liz to the finals. i'm sure once the house guests found out that Vanessa is a professional poker player who has made millions of dollars, they didn't feel bad that she didn't get shit. Steve deserved to win as he played a very deliberate and coy game. Liz should split that $50,000 with Austin as he obviously protected her until the final 4 basically. i did love the look on Austin's face when no one from his side of the house won America's favorite player. of course, i would have given it to Johnny Mac as i really didn't care for James. but, apparently America enjoyed watching him basically playing Meg's gay best friend for the summer. oh well. that guilty pleasure is now over with, at least until next summer.

the Yankees couldn't get anything going last night. the starting pitching was good and i have to wonder why Girardi took Nova out when he did. the bullpen other than the two he trusts right now is a fucking dumpster fire. they took a 0-0 game and turned it into a 4-0 loss. that pretty much ends all hope of winning the division. now the team MUST focus on at least getting home field for the wild card game. they have a comfortable lead in that, though one shitty losing streak and that will be gone in the final week of the season. they play at home tonight against the White Sox. i'm not sure how much of it i'm going to watch.

You're The Worst was excellent last night. it is easily the most realistic relationship show on television these days.

NXT was pretty good last night. i enjoyed the tag team title match and i really can't wait until the masses gets to see Asuka wrestle. she's amazing. here's some highlights:

time to enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

and because i'm in the mood, here's some more music:

on the DVR tonight will be Married.

the New York Rangers play Boston tonight. i won't be able to see the game live, so i'll probably follow online somehow. i do have some players going in the NFL game tonight, so i'll be paying a little attention to that. all my QB's this week have shitty matchups, so i'm not getting my hopes up.

i got some FREE music on NoiseTrade today. i'll put the links down in the music section.

i did listen to the Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast today. i highly recommend it.

available on Stitcher, iTunes, notsam.com and on the right hand side of this blog.

and check out this podcast as well:

for more info on that, go to: www.katielinendoll.com

mom and i made a quick run to the grocery store as my pills are just about out. they pushed my doctor's appointment back a few weeks and i noticed these pills don't have any refills on them, so i'm not sure what's going to happen. guess i'll find out in mid October. i did see a smoking hot blonde that cut in front of me in the cheese section at the store. i was tempted but i decided to just let my imagination take this one.

that's all for me today. i'm not sure when i'll be on here tomorrow. i'd like to actually get some poetry shit done, but that all depends on what mood i'm in when i wake up. if it's the me against the world, game on. if it's the fuck it, i'll be dead soon me, you can rest assured that not a fucking thing will get done tomorrow.

i suppose if i reveal any more sides of me i'll be single for the rest of my life. (unless some unlucky soul really needs to know)

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:

Prince / New Power Generation / Rosie Gaines - Nothing Compares 2 U (Live)
Davis - Summit Hour EP
Prince & The Revolution - Kiss
Aaron Parker - Aaron Parker
Prince & The Revolution - Purple Rain

"Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

when the grocery store looks like a morgue...

when it started to rain this morning, i knew it was going to be a shit day. these are the moments where i wish someone could stop me and list all the times i have been wrong about this.

i'm waiting...

mom was running late, i was irritable, the waitress at the restaurant more or less forgot we existed for about 20 minutes (and that was while we waited for water) and the grocery store looked like it was picked through by fucking zombies. good times.

i watched most of the NFL game last night. what a crazy fucking game. and of course it would be my running back to have the 2 fumbles and lose the game. fuck me.  if lose my fantasy games by 4 points or less this week i'm going to be fucking furious.

Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll was excellent last night. the song from the main scene in the finale has been in my head since the show ended. i'm going to have to find that on iTunes. Married was great last night as well. that certainly brought back memories of dating women with children.

i did catch bits and pieces of the USA Women's national team defeat of Haiti last night, 5-0. here are some of the goals:

anyone else need some music?:

and now some of this and that:

the New York Yankees take on the Mets tonight in a very important game for both clubs. i'm hoping the Yankees can win the series and hopefully the Red Sox can beat the Blue Jays so the games coming up next week will at least be interesting.

on the DVR tonight will be NJPW and the season finale of Treehouse Masters.

i will be on here in the morning, hopefully i won't be in pain or be pissy. no promises though.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. take it easy and then take it again.

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:

Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground

Glass Animals - Gooey

Pigeonhed - Battleflag (Lo-Fidelity Allstars Remix)

Jeff Buckley - Everybody Here Wants You

Broken Bells - Holding on for Life

"I think it would be nice to be a prince." - Dee Dee Ramone

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

back to the grind

i've been toying with the idea of using some of the money i made from selling my truck to play in those fantasy football leagues they have been advertising non-stop on tv. i figure i better do it before the government decides it's gambling and shuts everything down. but, i want to get on a hot streak in fantasy football before i start blowing my money away. and that hasn't happened yet.

the New York Yankees got some decent pitching and just enough hitting to win last night, 3-1. thankfully, that wins another series and sent them into the day off feeling good. they start a series with the Mets tomorrow and they will have their hands full. hopefully, the offense will start to click again. they will need as many runs as possible as the Yankees pitching is basically down to 4 1/2 guys that i trust and hold on for dear life with everyone else.

Big Brother went how i expected last night. Vanessa ousted John to set the final 3 of Vanessa, Steve and Liz. Vanessa won the first HOH last night, so Steve and Liz will have to pull a miracle out of their ass to make sure she doesn't go to Final 2. and considering Liz hates Steve, she probably won't be smart enough to take him if she gets the chance.

i really enjoyed NXT last night.

You're The Worst had me laughing last night, mostly recalling my horrific dating past and times at shopping malls. sadly, i have found myself way too many times in the role of the friend to the smoking hot girl. not fun.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be the season finale of Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll and Married. i will most likely be watching the NFL game between the Chiefs and Broncos as i have fantasy players playing tonight. i'm hoping i get off to a good start this week. i certainly could use it after last week.

i have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow as i know we have to go to the grocery store. plus, depending how the game goes tonight, i may crank out some poetry submissions.

you can listen to the Sam Roberts Wrestling Podcast on iTunes, Stitcher, notsam.com or on the right hand side of this blog.

that's all for me today kids. hope this finds everyone with a pulse and having just finished a good meal. or maybe a glass of wine and you are just firing up a joint. or whatever the fuck it takes to get you through, it's all good.

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:

Glamour of the Kill - A Freak Like Me
Superheaven - I've Been Bored
Iron Maiden - The Number of the Beast
Marilyn Manson - Tourniquet
Slayer- Seasons in the Abyss

"Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing." - Ken Kesey

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

apparently i was an evil warlord in another life

before i get into the latest demise of my life...

no sooner than i typed the words yesterday that i had my fingers crossed for the latest woman i've met on Google+, the world might as well have opened up and swallowed me whole. she gives me basically the same sob story they all have given me, how they had to use their last dollar for such and such and could really use help, etc. then came the famous line of what bank do you use? i'm 39 fucking years old and for some fucking reason, these fools think i'm going to fall for this shit. maybe it was the cyber sex earlier in the day that made them think i'm a fucking dumb fuck that will gladly give out my account number so some money can be put into it. besides, anyone who says they love me after 3 days of talking is running some fucking scam. even my ego doesn't believe in myself that much. these are the days where the notebooks will be filled with sorrow and bewilderment. i often wonder if i'm going to ever meet "the one" before i die. the pain gets a little deeper each day. bet the under kids.

with that in mind, here's my Flashback Friday contribution:

the New York Yankees got rained out last night. they will play a doubleheader on Saturday. i don't know how they pull that off with the relievers running out of gas here lately. that more or less makes tonight a MUST win game against the Blue Jays.

Big Brother kind of shocked me last night as Julia was sent to the jury house. it simply shows once again that Vanessa is controlling the whole house. of course, she won the HOH. i figure she'll nominate one from each side and then whoever wins the POV she'll align herself with, at least until the other side gets power again. hopefully one of these fucks figure out before the finale that they can't win if they take Vanessa to the final 2. if not, just cut her the check now and get the show over with.

Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll was excellent last night. Married made me laugh hard, mostly because i can picture myself as the "creepy" dater. sad.

ok kids, let's lose ourselves in the music:

and now some of this and that:

tonight on the DVR will be NJPW and Treehouse Masters.

this afternoon i'll be driving mom to the grocery store. after we get done with that, i need to get my laundry done. and on top of all that, it's supposed to rain cats and dogs this afternoon. i'm already starting to feel achy and i've spent too much of the day on the toilet. even my body is rebelling against me.

i will probably be on here tomorrow morning as my Saturday looks like it's going to be jam packed. between the Yankees doubleheader, Ohio State playing Hawaii and Manchester United taking on those assholes from Liverpool, i'm going to be busy, hopefully drinking victory beers.

i hope everyone has a great Friday. take a moment to remember what today is. and then do something strange and think about someone other than yourself today.

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:

JJ Grey & Mofro - This River
Rage Against the Machine - Killing In The Name
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy (Live)
Radiohead - Creep
Ryan Bingham - The Weary Kind

"I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets." - D.H. Lawrence

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

and now the madness really begins

with the NFL starting back up tonight, my addictive relationship with fantasy football begins again. i'm doing 3 teams this year and i feel good about 2 of them. of course, a few injuries and i'll be bitching and moaning endlessly. my goal is to find some balance so my entire day isn't spent checking transaction reports and all the new age stats.

i had a very interesting conversation with a woman on Google+ this morning. let's just say my fingers are crossed for this one. if this turns out to be a cruel trick, it will be the meanest one of all.

got some news last night i didn't want to hear. my aunt Shirley passed away at 65. fucking cancer. Shirley was probably the one aunt on my father's side that i felt the closest to. that's probably because of the vacation to Disney World when i was a child. of course, that was the vacation where i discovered French pastries and my stomach do not get along. and there's nothing quite like getting the shits at the table to cement a moment in time for the rest of your life. i really wish my father wouldn't have lied to his family as he did. 20 years of no communication at all is such a wide gap that i'm trying to close. but it's such a damn wide gap that, at times, i wonder if there's really a point to all of this. i do hope Shirley got the card i sent before she died. knowing my luck, the shock probably sent her over the edge. i have no clue if they are going to bury her here or out in New Mexico. hopefully they decide to take donations instead of flowers at any funeral. i'd much rather give money to someone trying to fight cancer than on flowers that will eventually become trash.

on that uplifting note, onto the fucking New York Yankees pissing another chance to make up ground on Toronto. they lost last night, 5-3, mostly because Stephen Drew fucking sucks. his shitty defense allowed 3 of those runs to score. and to lose a series to Baltimore with how they were playing is completely unacceptable. they now start a 4 game series with Toronto that they need to either sweep or win 3 of the 4. anything less and i will truly believe they have no fucking chance to win the division. and given the injuries that are starting to stack up, it wouldn't shock me to see them piss away a wild card spot as well. hopefully they get a win tonight.

Big Brother was pretty funny last night. i completely understand why Austin lost his mind last night. these dumb fucks still don't realize just how much Vanessa has controlled all of their games. i expect Liz to get voted out tonight and who the fuck knows to win the next HOH.

You're The Worst was spectacular last night. i miss the one relationship i had that was basically drinking and fucking around ALL the time. oh my 20's. hopefully this will be another great season for the show.

NXT last night was pretty damn good. the two main tag team matches were excellent. i can't wait to see what direction they go in with this tag team tournament. here are some highlights:

time for some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

and now some crazy shit:

tonight on the DVR will be Big Brother, Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll and Married. i will probably spend most of the night flipping between the Yankees game and the game between the Steelers and Patriots.

i got some FREE music on NoiseTrade today from the amazing Son Little. i will put the link down in the music section.

i did some outside work today for the first time in a week. the weather has finally broken a little. i'm sure the birds and the neighbors that sit outside and watch the birds are happy.

that's all for me today. not sure when i'll be on here tomorrow. i want to get my laundry done and i know we need to go to the grocery store. it sounds like a day where i'll be busier than nine cats covering up shit in a wind storm. that my friends, is the essence of sophisticated white trash.

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:

R.E.M. - Crush With Eyeliner
Seether - Broken
Bruce Springsteen - Racing in the Street
Son Little - Things I Forgot EP + Lay Down

"Look for joy in your life; it's not always easy to find." - Charles Kuralt

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

please watch this:

one step back into the late 20th century

i now have a phone in my room again. i enjoyed those few months where i had no inclination who was calling or any desire to pick it up. now, there's a phone by my bed. all that truly means is the likelihood of phone sex has gone way up. anything other than that, not really.

just had some kids come to the door trying to sell me food. now i remember why i hate living next to people. one of the good things about being poor, no money to buy shit like that.

Big Brother went sort of how i expected last night. Meg got evicted. the house guests were shocked by the double eviction. i was sad to see James get evicted next as he was one of the only reasons to still watch. Steve won the latest HOH and all that means is Vanessa is sitting pretty until the final 3 most likely. these dumb fucks will realize soon that they should have got her out about a month ago.

Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll was excellent last night. so was Married.

i did flip between some college football games last night. it's always good to see that shit school from up north lose. i was doing that while trying to figure out what to write in a card to one of my aunts suffering from cancer. that evil fucking disease. i was a little surprised with what i came up with, given that this aunt is on my father's side. but, i'm too old to hold them accountable for my father's mistakes. besides, i have no clue if she'll still be alive when the card arrives. so if anyone wonders why on any given day this blog could become one long depressing post about death, i am absolutely surrounded by it at the moment. my uncle needs gall bladder surgery and is ever increasingly depressed that he's 80 and can't do what he used to be able to do. maybe the unrealistic gene skipped me. or maybe that's why i picked writing as my "job". i'm pretty sure i'll do this until i die or until the words run out.

speaking of that, it's Flashback Friday time. first up today is my poem "at the community picnic". this poem was published in 2010 at Opium Poetry 2.0. you can find the poem by going here: http://opiumpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-community-picnic.html

the next poem is "a purple sky of tomorrow". this poem was published in 2013 at The Camel Saloon and comes from my endless amount of love poems for all the women that never gave me the time of day. you can find the poem by going here:
http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-purple-sky-of-tomorrow.html

ok kids, time for some music:

those last 4 videos are all bands from the local scene around here.

now, some of this and that:

tonight on the DVR will be NJPW.

the New York Yankees take on Tampa tonight from Yankee Stadium. at the same time, team USA will be taking on Peru in an international soccer friendly. i might have to do a little picture in picture action tonight. hopefully i'll be enjoying two victory beers later tonight.

my sister is coming down tonight for this weekend is her 20 year high school reunion. and since she was a class officer, she has to participate in the festivities. not sure if that is better than not even getting invited like what happened to me at my high school reunions. i guess we're going to celebrate her birthday this holiday weekend. it's really on the 8th but i think she has to work. so, i'm hoping it's a good weekend. other than it being hotter than hell and the threat of a popup storm every other hour, it shouldn't be too bad.

i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow. i do hope everyone has a great weekend. if you are in the USA, enjoy the holiday weekend. if you are somewhere else in the world, invent your own holiday weekend and get to drinking.

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:

Twin Shadow - Night Rally Mixtape

"I've never seen a monument erected to a pessimist." - Paul Harvey

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

the back side of the circle

these are the days, rejecting fantasy football trades and hustling on the internet to make pennies, where you sadly realize it's all meaningless. the love. the hate. the talent, the passion. the desire to be something greater. all of it, a fucking waste. eventually, we all get to the back side of the circle. that part of life where we regress. we start off in diapers, we end in diapers. many people aren't comfortable with death. many people avoid the talk, fear gripping them until it's too late. i am not one of those people. and in these quiet moments alone, i know i am on the back side of my circle. death will greet me one day soon and i will embrace it like an old friend. a wise old man told me years ago to always leave them wanting more. i always surmised i would die the moment i found real happiness in my life. sadly, neither of those things will happen. i'd like to die in my bed next to a beautiful woman. and unless i shell out the money, that's not happening anytime soon either. so the journey continues. one sad boring fucking day after another. imagine the strength to continue on when you know no one gives a shit about any of it.

there's a little glimpse of a conversation i had with myself this afternoon while making lunch. most people believe i should be on medication by now. i wholeheartedly disagree. embrace the madness. accept the pain. as i told my mother yesterday, as she wondered why i am still so damn smart after years of marijuana and LSD, i didn't take drugs to get high, i took drugs to expand my brain. and i'm not interested in anything meant to control or alter this beautiful monster i have created. sure, i will die an untimely death well before my time, but so be it. it's not like there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. the prom queen won't suddenly think oh, there he is, the one i have missed for so many years. losers are the glue of society. my ego won't allow me to believe that i'm part of that group, but who the fuck am i trying to fool?

the New York Yankees broke out the whooping stick yesterday and then held the fuck on as their manager managed like it was the 7th game of the World Series. of course, when a 12-1 lead is suddenly 13-8, and you are in that little league ballpark named Fenway, it happens. thankfully, the Yankees won. of course, so did Toronto. the Yankees are still 1 1/2 games back in the division. they are off today and start a series at home with Tampa tomorrow.

Big Brother was pretty good last night. i'm pretty sure Meg will get evicted tonight. and then i expect all hell to break loose with the surprise second eviction. i'd love to see Vanessa go. that would make the game wide open from there. if she doesn't, then it's her game to lose.

NXT was pretty good last night, especially when i see two of my favorite indie stars on the screen:

overall, i think this tournament should be excellent.

so while we're on this weird trip, let's enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll and Married.

i'm not sure if mom wants to go out shopping this afternoon or not. hopefully we don't as it is hotter than fuck at the moment. but if we do, i'm sure i'll have some lunacy or heat induced public shitting to talk about tomorrow.

hope this finds everyone wondering what the fuck they just read, what planet are they on and do you have anymore of that good shit?

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:

M83 - Midnight City
Slayer - Seasons in the Abyss
Marilyn Manson - The Beautiful People
Da Lench Mob - Guerillas in tha Mist
Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell

"Life all comes down to a few moments. This is one of them." - Charlie Sheen

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it must have been the full moon

i was trying to get to sleep last night when the words started to bombard me. finally, i got out of bed and started to write. the first poem was a silly one. the second one was basically a call for anarchy. that should be a fun one to try to get published. i typed them up this morning and actually did a little poetry work. i've got a big submission planned for tomorrow, most likely. i know i want to get these poems out before the end of the month.

after that, i basically drank myself to sleep. good times. of course, my bone spurs have been killing me all day long. killing me to the point where i have more or less stayed in bed all day long. i'll have to get one of those wireless keyboards and see if i can actually write this blog from bed. it's not easy for me to find a comfortable spot for my foot when i'm sitting here. of course, here comes my mantra charging into the room. FIND THE PLEASURE IN THE PAIN YOU PUSSY.

the New York Yankees have hit the shit streak once again, losing yesterday 6-2. they are now in danger of pissing away the wildcard lead. thankfully, they are off today. they start a series in Atlanta tomorrow. oh goody, national league baseball.

thankfully, Manchester United saved my sporting life yesterday with a dominant 4-0 win to advance to the Champions League on the aggregate of 7-1. everyone, let's welcome Wayne Rooney back to the world. he scored a hat trick yesterday for the first time in European play since 2004. i was very pleased with this result.

today was the Champions League draw. i was scared to death that United was going to end up in a shitty group. thankfully, that didn't happen. they are in a group where they will have a legitimate chance to win.

hopefully this is the year that the trophies come back home.

Big Brother was good last night. i'm pretty sure that John will get evicted tonight and then walk right back in as the people in the jury house will have a chance to come back in the game tonight. or maybe he wants to just hang out with Becky for the rest of the summer and they let Shelli win. it should make for interesting enough television that i forget about the pain in my ankle.

NXT was good, at times, last night. i really enjoyed the opening match. that was fun. but the rest of the show was so much hit and miss that i totally understand why there was so much recorded material and flashbacks used. the tag team tournament starts next week, so that should be something fresh.

time for some music kids:

hard to believe it's been 25 years since he died. i remember exactly where i was when i heard the news. in my high school sweetheart's apartment watching the television when a breaking news report came on. i was in shock and started to cry. anytime i hear one of his songs, it takes me back to my teens and the thrill of finding music that just blew your fucking mind. SRV always lets me tap into something in the dark part of my heart and allow a little light down there. hopefully you're playing somewhere tonight.

and now the uncomfortable transition to some other shit:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll and Married.

i think the weather is supposed to take a turn back to summer again. the temps are supposed to be in the upper 80's soon. so much for football weather.

i got some great music on NoiseTrade late last night for FREE. i will include the link below in the music section.

hopefully i can stand the pain long enough to get those poems out tomorrow and probably do some grocery shopping as well. the old mind over matter jedi tricks i guess. either that or the rest of the Jager i have. either should work.

that's all for me today. i have no clue when i'll be on here tomorrow. maybe the worm turns tonight and i get on here in the morning. or maybe not.

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:

The Peach Kings - Mojo Thunder EP
Dr. Dre & Ice Cube - Natural Born Killaz
Bright Eyes - Waste of Paint
Social Distortion - Ball and Chain (Live)
Stevie Ray Vaughn & Double Trouble - Life Without You (Live)

"The public already knows about me more than I ever wanted it to know." - Paul Reubens

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out with the masses

so, i quickly realized last night that the sales wouldn't start until today, so mom and i didn't do any shopping last night. all that really meant was today was going to be one long ass day among the masses. and on top of that, it's my uncle's, my next door neighbor, 80th birthday today. so mom went and got him breakfast and i politely declined to partake in the festivities. after all that was over, we went to Menard's. holy shit, we got a ton of things. we needed some power tools and they had some black and decker shit on sale. plus, we needed some things to help this one tree. what we tried last time didn't do the trick. and we needed some new bird feeders and seed. and while we're here, might as well get some stupid shit as well. i got a black sheep holding a bird and two pink flamingos. now, i was smart as i didn't bring my pills to go out to lunch. that way we had no choice but to go back home. pure calculated evil by me. this way i was able to put up all the shit we got for the outside. plus, it allowed me to get a little sun in the yard and work my legs a bit. of course, after i worked up a sweat, mom wanted to go out to lunch and do some more shopping. i at least changed shirts. after lunch we went to an arts and crafts store. shit was way too expensive but i was able to find a few things i needed and 1 thing i just had to have. whenever you see a clock that is like a Salvador Dali clock and it actually works and is 50% off, that's an automatic get. after that store, mom decided she had enough and wanted to go home. of course, she decided that right at the height of rush hour. so, after some creative driving on my part, we got back home a little after 5. that was more or less 6 or 7 hours out with the masses today. i will have some poems to write. mostly about a stunning blonde in the arts and crafts store and 2 waitresses that looked like absolute jail bait today at lunch. good times.

a little music before i start my flashback:

2 poems today for Flashback Friday. first off, "my misery laughs". you can find this poem by going here: http://thecamelsaloon.blogspot.com/2012/07/my-misery-laughs.html

up next, "saving the world from a future ungrateful bastard". this poem is back from 2005. it all came from a conversation i had with Debbie Kirk. you can find the poem by going here:
http://www.myfavoritebullet.com/Campbell_SavingFromUngratefulBastard.html

and while we're on some poems, here's one i saw this afternoon that made me laugh, cry, etc.:

the New York Yankees tried to rally last night but came up short, losing 3-2. they are currently scoreless tonight. hopefully they can get back to winning.

the shows last night were pretty good. Big Brother went as i expected. Becky got evicted. when i saw the HOH competition was an athletic one, i figured Austin would win. he did. i have no clue if he will try to get Vanessa out now or not. if he does, i figure she will walk right back in with the latest twist that comes on Thursday.

Lip Sync Battle was fucking hilarious. that was a great way to have your season finale.

Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll was pretty good last night. Married really made me laugh.

and let's keep the laughs going:

tonight on the DVR will be NJPW and Treehouse Masters.

hopefully the new solar light i got will be working this evening. i have tried to turn the outside of this house into a sophisticated white trash utopia. i'm slowly getting there.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. this weekend will be a busy pro wrestling one for me. i will be on here tomorrow sometime after the Manchester United game and hopefully before the Yankees start the retirement ceremony tomorrow afternoon.

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:

Wolfmother - Joker & The Thief
Korn - Freak on a Leash
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
Daft Punk - One More Time
The Flaming Lips - Do You Realize??

"I'm proud of all our records. Even the crap ones." - Joe Strummer

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