Everything keeps falling apart….

The past 2 years have been rough. They’ve both have had a few bright spots, but on the whole they’ve been downright shitty. I have my health at least (watch this jinx that now). The past month and half though has had to be the worst. Mario injured his back, my wife found out she was being demoted, my job continued to suck, list went on. It was all balanced out though by the support of so many friends when it came to Mario, and still had the deep seated feeling things would get better come September….

I was wrong. Wife went from being demoted to fired. An incident I still can’t talk about at my job took place and have no clue what will happen until tomorrow. Normally this is where I would be stressed to all hell and trying to figure out what to do. Instead I just don’t care anymore. I’m tired of giving shit. I just need my wife, my dogs, and my friends, and fuck everything else. Hey if I get fired there are other options out there and at least I’ll have more time to write and come up with new ideas for the podcast.

This past episode I know I went too dark, which is why instead of me recording am doing this blog entry. Weird part was it was a different friend than usual to let me know I was going to the bad place. That’s the cost of doing a show by yourself, no one there to pull you out of the abyss until after the fact. I listened to it the prior afternoon before my buddy sent me the message, already had the same feeling. So volume 3 of Peter Jackson will be pushed back until I can balance my anger with laughter again. Seriously doubt it will be this week.

Message has been heard loud and clear though universe. It’s time for a change. Once my wife gets back from her recharge trip with Loki we’re going to discuss our options. We’re not giving up, but it’s clear there’s nothing more for us in our current state.

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Sleeping with the TV on….

It’s the one thing my wife hates about sleeping with me. I have to leave it on otherwise my night is filled with dreams that range from confusing to downright disturbing. The other night we slept upstairs because our lazy asses refused to clean the litter box rendering the basement (where our bedroom is) to smell like ammonia and feces. One bed upstairs has a TV, the other none. Needless to say she picked the one without.

That night had the most heart touching dream… Was at a little old lady’s house. Had never met or seen her before. She was withered and wrinkled wearing a red battered robe and using a walker. Was there to have tea with her. We sat down, discussed the latest going ons in the news. Apparently there was a chipmunk shortage in Ohio and this made her quite furious. We went back and forth for a few talking of how this would affect the water supply in New Jersey when a young man looking to be in his mid 30’s walked in. He said one line “Mom sorry I’m home late”. She proceeded to get up, ran to a small bedroom without her walker and with a grace that only could be explained by this being a dream, and grabbed what would say was her 5-6 year old grandson out of bed. She then beat her son to death using the small child. Holding on to his legs and bashing him repeatedly with the torso, head, and arms. This went on for a good 3-5 minutes. Somehow the child survived the incident without a scratch. She then sat down and we discussed the coming of fire season in Vermont. Woke up mid conversation with her to the alarm.

After telling my wife of this dream, for some reason now we’re sleeping on the bed with the TV upstairs. Of course the litter box still has not been cleaned… We’re bad cat parents at times.

I will never eat a baked good from there

Preface- All thoughts and views are my own. This is in the NSFW section of the blog, anything said is either in jest or simply an observation. Don’t read if you’re easily offended in any way, or take things too seriously.

There’s been a strange trend here in Maryland lately, especially in PG County. The seediest strip clubs have all been converted into Hispanic bakeries and eateries. This phenomenon started about a decade ago when they converted the one on Annapolis Road to Dulce Vida Bakery and it spread from there. Three Captains which was the lowest of the low when it came to adult entertainment (again located on 450) is now Delicias La Chosita…

I get it, the property is cheap, so perfect place to start a business. The hygiene aspect though. I don’t care how much cleaning they’ve done or renovations, you can’t wash away the filth of what went on in those buildings. I never was a fan of strip clubs. I don’t go into them unless dragged by a friend, and the last time I went was more than a decade ago. An ex-friend of mine was though. He took me into Three Captains one time, what I saw I will never forget. I’m all for doing whatever you have to do to make ends meet, but… Not saying anyone else shouldn’t eat there, I just can’t even drive by it without the horrible image of a tampon string flashing through my brain…..

No podcast tonight, so you get a blog instead….

Have to complete something for work, namely filling out my insurance, so can’t record tonight. Company I work for requires us taking a health assessment and watch a number of videos to complete. Doing this instead of watching said clips, especially since the fact I vape negates any saving participating in this potentially gives (yet they force you to do). In fact as I’m typing this am listening to my good buddy’s Travis’ Podcast and playing them on mute so paying no attention to them. Besides what I wanted to talk about tonight really didn’t want to do alone. A friend was going to come over tonight and figured we would do one about all the dumb crap we’ve done over the years. Oh well, another night.

Instead wanted to type up some of my random thoughts. This is crap I come up with while at work, alone in the house, or pretty much whenever…. Take it whatever way you will, most of it is simply to amuse myself.

The best place to start this soon to be abortion of a category is to share the story of Hoeho Lahgotti. About a decade ago came up with this character, working an overnight where I had not slept for 36 hours straight and we had a corporate visit the next day. My sister happened to be working that night to be sure we were ready, and at about 3 a.m. looked at her and said “I know what happened yesterday.” She gave me a confused look, “What the hell are you talking about?” “You know, you got the beaten up by Hoeho.” “Who the fuck is Hoeho?” And thus was born Hoeho Lahgotti. A two year old assassin who killed his father and stole his pet monkey Littl’ Peecho for leaving his hooker of a mother when he found she was pregnant. He trained in every form of martial arts on his 3rd day of life. By 6 months he was a master of every edged weapon and expert marksmen….. I wish the story ended here…. No, I gave him a birthday (July 19th). I threw parties for this “imaginary” kid until he was 7. His story grew and grew. Have a whole notebook telling the story of this psychotic little urchin and his happy adventures. Of Little Tommy Two Fingers and how he’s gotten his name…. I have ruined many a day of loved ones regaling tales of the daily interactions this “imaginary” kid…. So on days I have nothing else to type up but the bug hits me, and either not in the mood or unable to record a podcast, well…. Now your day can be ruined by reading this.

Have a good night….