choking on nostalgia

i have a tendency to keep way too much shit from my past. i have this little box by my bed. when i was a child, it had baseball cards in it. now, it has business cards and scraps of paper from my past. for some damn reason i opened that up last night. there's this little scrap of paper with a child's name on it, weight, date and time of birth. that was one of the last times i ever spoke to probably the woman of my dreams. hard to believe that child is 16 today. at least i hope she is. i haven't had any contact with her mother or her older brother in at least 16 years. i loved that woman so damn much i would have helped raise those kids like they were my own. but, much like most of my life, shit didn't turn out the way i had hoped.

mom made a comment as i was driving her to the eye doctor today, wondering what she would have done if i wasn't around to help her. i didn't say a word, because i was busy thinking about having no one that is going to help me when she dies. it's going to be a painful death (mine, probably not hers) but i hope to make it magical at some point.

the eye appointment went well. everything looks good after surgery and the swelling isn't nearly as bad as they thought it might be. mom thought for sure she was feeling stitches in her eye from the surgery. the doctor told her there wasn't any stitches used. i mentioned to her afterwards that she needs to get out of her own head during this. her anxiety is starting to run her life.

after the appointment, mom wanted to go to this sub place that we used to go to years ago. and by years, i mean when i was a fucking teenager. we got some subs and ate at the restaurant. i don't think i had been inside the place in easily 25 years. the subs still tasted the same. good thing i still like them, since that will be my dinner tonight as well.

the New York Yankees lost the first game of the doubleheader today, 2-1. they are trailing in the second game 4-1 already. hopefully they can come from behind to avoid being swept by Cleveland.

Smackdown was pretty good last night. next week's episode should be really good, given that Shinsuke Nakamura will take on Randy Orton, yet another dream match. winner gets a title shot.

205 Live was pretty good as well. i did like that Enzo Amore cheated to win. perhaps they will actually do something with him down there now.

Deadliest Catch was really good last night.

Hard Knocks was pretty damn funny last night. i always get a kick out of seeing Tampa lose.

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on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Lucha Underground, Mr. Mercedes, Snowfall and Big Brother. i'll watch NXT sometime tonight on WWE Network.

hard to believe that college football is back.

i think we're supposed to get some rain most of the weekend, so i might end up doing some grocery shopping tomorrow morning.

i'm really happy that Joel Osteen is finally being shown to be the charlatan he truly is. if anyone wonders why i more or less quit Christianity, you can thank that fucking hypocrite.

i can tell if the Yankees lose this second game tonight, i'm going to be a pissy motherfucker for the rest of the evening.

that's all for me kids.

i'll be on here tomorrow long before Ohio State starts their season.

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:

Valerie June - Slip Slide On By
Van Halen - Black And Blue
Vampire Weekend - Diane Young
Van Morrison - Cleaning Windows

"You can't make everybody love you. It's an exercise in futility, and it's probably not even a good idea to try." - Robert Crumb

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let the liquor flow

you would think with how strong i made the victory drinks yesterday i would have slept better. instead, i'm in this shitty pattern of waking up every few hours and wondering what the fuck. i suppose it's time to exhaust the brain with another writing session.

the New York Yankees whipped Baltimore again yesterday, 13-5. Gary Sanchez set the major league record for the fastest a player has ever got to 11 home runs in their career (23 games). hopefully they will get the sweep today and get even closer to a playoff position. they are 2.5 games out of the wildcard as of right now.

Manchester United took on a very stubborn Hull City team yesterday. the one thing i did love about United yesterday is they played with a sense of urgency whenever they did lose possession. it felt like the ball was in Hull's half the entire second half of the game. thankfully, Marcus Rashford came to the rescue again with a late winner. United won 1-0.

always good to go into the international break with 3 wins and all 9 points.

the UFC on Fox was really good last night. i wish the main event would have lasted longer, but oh well.

ROH was excellent last night.

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on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, the finale of The Night Of, Ballers, Vice Principals, Power, Ray Donovan, the finale of Roadies and the return of The Strain.

we had a nice holy shit storm come through here last night. even had the power go out for a little bit. just long enough that all the damn clocks had to be reset. i don't think we had much damage. i still need to go out and look.

the Dayton Flyers got their first commit for 2017 yesterday. a 6-4 guard from South Carolina, Jordan Davis. he had 17 offers and chose Dayton above some other bigger name schools. and judging from what i saw, i'm really going to like this kid. he can fucking shoot.

that's all for me kids. i hope everyone had a great Saturday. hopefully your Sunday will be even better.

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:

Vampire Weekend - Diane Young
Beth Hart - Fire on the Floor
Cisco Adler - Don't Kill My Buzz...

"For many years, I thought a poem was a whisper overheard, not an aria heard." - Rita Dove

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