(Soju is tasting better and better.)
Yesterday, I prepared fried chicken for dinner. The bird came out all crisp and salty and delicious. I'm a huge fan of poultry. It's both cheap and tasty. My sons raved about the meal. They ate every last morsel on their plates. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju. I'm starting to enjoy the flavor of soju more and more with each passing day.
I didn't watch television. I read a book instead. I polished off the final chapter of The Shining. I've read the novel a million times. But it's one of my favorites. Desperation can lead men straight down an evil path. Jack Torrence has run out of chances. His failure at the hotel leads to bloodshed. I appreciate King's early novels. He stayed out of politics and focused on things that go bump in the night.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big deal. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I asked Jesus to protect my friend's child. The poor boy's suffering from pneumonia. Pneumonia is actually one of the biggest killers on the globe. The disease claims many lives each year.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop. There was a gruesome crime scene in an affluent neighborhood in Minnesota. An entire family was slaughtered by their crazed father. He ran a nursing website. The lunatic killed himself after performing the ghastly deed. Perhaps he had money problems. Some people just aren't good at handling stress.
I read the paper later in the day. The peninsula has a huge suicide rate among the nation's teenage population. These poor kiddies are pushed and pushed by their tiger mothers until they eventually snap. Some choose to throw themselves out of windows. Psychiatrists now believe that there's a link between lack of sleep and self-destructive behavior. No shit, Sherlock.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Iron Maiden. God bless.