six six six

but who's counting?

the lights stay on, the fridge stays open, the TV blares all night, the mess is everywhere, and it's all good cuz i am here less and less... i just pass through mostly on my way to somewhere else, kind of like i live... still awake even though i stayed home... could have fallen asleep hours ago, but instead, i pigged out on pizza and a sub and continue the ridiculous descent into madness via oral gratification and the american diet...

laugh, clown, laugh...

last night we (that's me and eighteen of my closer personal friends) went to Taste, a fun little eatery in College Park that serves dozens of appetizers and has an improv comedy show every Monday night... shouting out, the audience participated and the silliness filled the room...

eyes closing, rolling back in the head, space spinning, where i ought to be is bed... what was the last thing i said?... maybe i'm already dead...

i missed the softball team first meeting and Jackson told me i am the old guy on the team because they are all college age in their twenties... and tonight the league sent out an email to say there are four more people added to the team, rasing the total to fourteen or fifteen (when only ten can take the field during a game)... and i still have not heard from the league about the Wednesday night league i paid for... they were short players as of last week...

guess i'll have to keep looking for people who want to play with me cuz no single group seems to want to play as much or as often as i do... but then, that has been the story of this life as i've known it... and why i enjoy myself so much, because i am by myself so often...

still awake...

and i heard somewhere that we have two candidates for president of the usa now... right wing radio hosts were throwing a celebratory party for Obama that had all the sincerity to it that Orson Wells War of the Worlds broadcast had... racists hiding behind pretense as if the Obama nomination means there is no longer any racism, the pretense that perpetuated the smiling face goodness of holier-than-thou preachy know-it-all god-fearing church-goers who'd hang a black man on saturday night and wash it away in prayer the next morning... ah, the white man, always pretending to love his neighbor as he herds them, controls them, and kills them...

oh yeah, this is the six hundred sixty sixth entry here in this place... not that anyone would know even if counting was done, for entries are always being added at random moments in random places in time and space and and scooby dooo...

g'nite madness, wherever you are...

and the rest of you, love love love :)