(Bellator isn't as fun as the UFC.)
Yesterday, I prepared fried chicken for dinner. It's not my specialty. Sometimes, the meat comes out all pinkish. But I did a good job for a change. The meal was perfection. My son raved about the flavor. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju. I got pretty shitfaced.
I watched Bellator MMA. Bellator isn't nearly as good as the UFC. Nevertheless, the organization does occasionally put together a good fight card. A blond-headed guy with a beard beat the shit out a wrestler from Ohio. Blondie devoted the bout to the Pygmies suffering in Chad. He calls them his family. Trust me. Being a Pygmy in Chad sucks royal ass. Those people suffer terribly at the hands of their oppressors. The guy definitely has my respect.
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. My life is slowly returning to a new normal. And I'm doing my best to savor each day given to me. I'm almost fifty. I don't have many years left. Might as well enjoy them while I can.
I went to bed at 11 p.m. I had a strange dream. A dentist told me that he needed to take out a rotten tooth. He showed me the needle he wished to use in order to deaden the pain. I told him to go ahead and get it over with. But he just kept talking and talking and talking.
I woke up at 8 a.m. and turned on my laptop. A woman in New York killed her new born baby girl. Then she slept with the corpse for over three months. A neighbor saw the body while visiting and called the police. The cops on the scene were pretty shaken up. They've been offered psychiatric help. If I were king of the world, I would burn this woman alive at the stake. But what do I know?
I read the paper later in the day. A Korean man was sentenced to die for murdering his girlfriend's parents with a knife. When the poor woman returned home, he raped her. She jumped out of her apartment window in order to end her misery. Now she's permanently injured from the fall. Capital punishment on the peninsula is purely symbolic. The state hasn't greased anybody since 1998.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's I Talk to the Wind by King Crimson. God bless.