(Willie Nelson is eighty.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served shrimp fajitas for dinner. My wife is the shrimp fajita queen. The meal was delicious. I'm a big fan of seafood--especially shellfish. I'd never make it as a Jew.
Bluce studied English. He's only five-years-old. Nevertheless, that kid loves cracking the books. Unfortunately, he's not the brightest crayon in the box. Bluce is about as smart as a dolphin. Sadly, he'll never attend Princeton. But who gives a flying screw?
I continued watching Oz. The program is absolutely brutal. It's filled with unsettling images of rape and murder. However, the bible is much more graphic and disturbing. Read Judges 19-21. You tell me.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. And why not? If it weren't for Jesus, I'd just be another misguided pagan or filthy atheist. I owe him a debt of gratitude.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. A six-month-old was found dead in a nursery. The cops suspect foul play. The child's corpse is being analysed for shaken-baby syndrome.
I turned on Fox News. Willie Nelson held a benefit concert in Texas. The proceeds went to the victims of the explosion in Waco. Willie is eighty-years-old. He still looks good. Listen to this tune. It rocks.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.