(I'm still enjoying Bates Motel.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady worked late. So I made dinner for the Children of the Rice. We ate chicken ass and French fries. The meal was delicious. Poor old Smith is the chicken ass king. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of Coke. Sugary soft-drinks fill me with joy. I'm a slave to sweets.
I downloaded the latest episode of Bates Motel. The series is quite entertaining. Norman's kidnapped and held in isolation by a drug kingpin. He slowly remembers that he murdered an innocent school teacher. The boy compensates by pretending to be a middle-aged woman. Good stuff.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I refuse to live my life like a dirty misanthrope. Smith is all about the love. I asked Jesus to give me another twenty years. I need the time to help my children get through school. After that, he can kill me with painful ass cancer. I have great health insurance and the morphine is cheap. So what do I care?
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a nightmare about working in a grocery store. The manager threatened to cave my head in with a baseball bat. After that, he fired me. I never have any good dreams. My demons have demons.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A student at a Roman Catholic school in England stabbed his elderly teacher several times with a knife. The old woman died in the hopital. The boy was promptly arrested.
I turned on Fox News. The Five dicussed Donald Sterling. The man's a pig. But he shouldn't be forced to sell his basketball team. He made some ignorant comments in the privacy of his own home. His former girlfriend later decided to railroad the dirty old bastard. It's important to find a woman you can trust.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Senor by Willie Nelson. God bless.