Your Face

Oh how lucky am I
To see your face
For 4 days a week
A disheveled disgrace
You want and you gnaw
You take and then hide
In this home you believe
You're a saint but it's a lie
In silence I stay
But in silence I rage
At the decrepit before me
Unaware of his own shame
You come here for pity
Hoping I may abide
But it's hate I return
For I am not on your side
So go on you poor fool
And indulge in your crystal meth
Is it a sin to actively pray
For someone's death?


I don't care who you are. How dare you throw me a suspicious side-look in the house that I live in! You know where the fuck you're at. You know what the fuck you do.

Good riddance and Godspeed, you piece of shit.

Dog Bite Scuffle (Preview?)

Big dog chomps on Nick.

I dive in in an attempt to free Nick from big dog's jaws.

Bleeding. I get bitten.

Bleeding. Nick has stitches.

Super cool neighbors help with me with some "medication."

I get tipsy.

Jethro.


That's all for now. Maybe more to come? I'm rather hesitant because a lot went on last evening and the details (which are very much clear) are still swarming in my head; there's just so much to say! How do I put it all together? I do not know. I've got future sore hands to deal with. Nick lies in sleeping sedation with a cone around his head. I bid a most sincere good night to you all.

So Immature

Today was the start of the 4-day free preview of "BabyFirst TV" on DirecTV channel 293. I must say from I'm seeing, I'm quite enjoying it; though you might look upon me with disdain and disregard it as nonsense, I can't help but be soothed by this innocent programming. Primary colors grace the screen. Unoffensive music lingers on. Numbers, shapes and soon-to-be familiar creatures appear. I see a fish. Somewhere in my mind, there is a smile. To sit back and enjoy these things is something to be appreciated, something apart from a world too accustomed to elements less benevolent.


Flip the channel and something bitter comes back.

Armed men take aim and fire upon one another.

The man screams in pain because of a shattered bone.

A mother murdered her child, they say.

Even in a hockey game someone gets a big sweeping elbow to the face.


So I switch back to channel 293. Nonsense, you say? Oh well.

Just give me these 4 days to ease off a life-yes-harsh and then we can go back to watching August Underground.



On a side note: Go Sharks! It's about time we get the win over Detroit this season. Marleau sure was slick with that winning shootout goal.