- goddamned animal chewed a hole through the screen of my sunroom last night and ate all the dog food. Dogs had to eat microwaved bratwursts this morning. They weren’t upset by this development.
- I really cherish sitting outside this time of year with the sounds of night summer still surrounding me. Tree frogs, whippoorwills, other creatures that make sounds at night (i.e., insects looking to f**k), etc. They will all be dead soon.
- off the shelf bourbon just sucks anymore. Thin and astringent. Picked up a fifth of four roses single barrel today for the first time in forever. It’s an absolute shell of its former self. Hot and bodiless. And a lot more expensive. I may just start huffing industrial grade glues again.
- it’s the eve of October, and there has been nary a word of our basketball team spoke in Gyero in….months? Maybe John has finally and completely broken us all. Or maybe we’ll finally put a good year together? Or, maybe I’ll finally get to stick my thick eight in Kate Upton’s *******? Probably about the same chances.
- Planted a red oak sapling after work today. Oak trees embody all that is good with this world.
- this past Monday morning, walking down the steps of my city-owned parking deck to work, a human being had clearly sprayed diarrhea all over a landing of the stairwell. Someone subsequently put some of that puke stuff like the school janitor has over it to cover it up. Five days later, it’s still there, all soaked up, pinkish brown, and just moldering. #Scuzington. What a piece of **** city.
- Play me the songs about a ramblin' man
Put old Jim Beam in my hand
Cause you know I still love to get drunk
And hear country sounds.
But don't you play, "Your Cheatin' Heart"
Cause that'll tear me all apart
And I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound.
Yeah, old Hank's songs
Always make me feel low down.