(I buy my bacon at Emart.)
Yesterday, the pastor came to my humble abode at 9 a.m. He seemed like a really nice guy. He told the Dragon Lady that divorce isn't the solution to our problems. She agreed with him. So now it looks as if we're getting back together.
My wife's currently out of town till Tuesday. She took Bluce with her. We'll see how everything works out. But I'll tell you people one thing. I'm certainly going to miss the peace and quiet. I'm also going to miss the beer. I'd better drink up while I still have the chance.
I cooked dinner for me and my eldest son. I bought this off-brand bacon at Emart. The stuff was great. It fried up all thick and crispy. I served the meat with eggs and fajita bread. I'm becoming a real Betty Crocker. I washed the vittles down with a large plastic bottle of Hite beer. A good time was had by all.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I thanked Jesus for preserving my twisted marriage. But I'm not the least bit surprised. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Anyone who bets against The Savior needs to get his head examined. He's a miracle man.
I went to bed at 11:00 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 7 a.m. and turned on my laptop. A black woman in Texas named Sandra Bland got stopped by the cops for a traffic violation. She kicked the police officer in the chest. Sandra was later found hanging from her jail cell. The FBI and the Texas Rangers are now investigating her death. Why do African Americans love to resist the law? I just don't get it.
I read the newspaper later in the day. A nineteen-year-old boy in Seoul found his father trying to commit suicide. He became enraged and started beating his dad with his fists and his feet. The young man hit him so hard that the old bastard died. Talk about a weird case. The court had mercy. The kid was given an eight month jail sentence.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Bring Your Daughter To the Slaughter by Iron Maiden. God bless.