(I've seen Blue Oyster Cult in concert. It was fun.)
Yesterday, I took my eldest son to a restaurant. We ate fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken. James-uh complained during the entire meal. But I just kept munching away. These father-son moments are precious. I washed the vittles down with a pitcher of Cass beer. Cass is my favorite brand.
I walked back to my Soviet-style concrete apartment. I did some laundry. Then I listened to Blue Oyster Cult. My man-tits jiggled like jello as I danced to their hits from the seventies. Life without the Dragon Lady is peaceful. I no longer feel as if I'm walking on eggshells. But eventually she'll return to destroy my bliss. That woman's a vengeful ball of rage.
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 thanked Jesus for the food and the music. This planet is populated by so many talented artists. They turn life into a joy.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 7 a.m. and turned on my laptop computer. Donald Trump is currently stumping in New Hampshire. He says that he'll build a beautiful wall across the Mexican border. Plus he'll get the Mexican government to foot the bill. The Donald has enough steam to win the republican nomination. But he'll end up self-destructing. The man's a little off in the head.
I read the paper later in the day. A pervert set up a hidden camera in a female communal shower. He then uploaded the video to the internet. The footage is almost ten minutes long. Perhaps he was trying to embarrass a former lover. I don't know. The mind of a sex criminal is hard to understand.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Kentucky Woman by Neil Diamond. God bless.