(Dylaan Roof has a lot of demons.)
Last night, the Dragon Lady went to Dunkin Donuts. Thursday evening is always pastry night in our humble abode. I stuffed those chocolate goodies into my face until I nearly exploded. Then I washed them down with several glasses of generic cola. The experience was heavenly. All that sugar sent me straight to the moon.
I watched the Samsung Lions get their asses kicked by the Doonsan Bears. The final score was 6 to 3. The losing pitcher is named Tyler Cloyd. He's an American who makes $600,000 a year. That's great money. The Lions have dropped eight of their last ten games. Nevertheless, they remain near the top of the standings. Most people believe that Samsung will win the championship yet again.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I asked Jesus to help my mother with her cancer scare. Nobody gets to live forever on this planet. But we can--if we're lucky--experience some semblance of peace while we still draw breath. To her credit, the old lady seems quite placid. We'll just have to wait and see what the doctor says.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News. A young man named Dylann Roof killed nine people in a South Carolina church. His motive for the murders was racial. Mr. Roof believes that black men are taking over the earth by fornicating with too many white girls. He'll probably get the death penalty for his crimes. Oh well. Serves him right.
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A young Korean actress died from jumping out of an airplane. Her parachute opened, but she landed in the sea. The poor woman drowned. She was only 35-years-old.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's I Am the Walrus by The Beatles. God bless.