Stepping outside Frankie's Bar for a sundown smoke, a happy young Mexican Mama & Papa strolled by with five pretty little Latina princesses in tow, maybe three to seven years old, all laughing loudly: a mini-parade of pink, blue, yellow and green in their fluffy multi-colored dresses and sparkly-tiaras, carrying big bags full of Halloween candy~~~

It was really no contest when a breezy Barack Obama fended-off a barking John McCain in the third & final presidential debate Wednesday night. Assuming his usual yapping pit bull attacks, McCain came across like a smug, nasty old lady crazed on crack and blinking bug-eyed like a traffic-light gone bonkers. Keeping his cool and refusing to be ( Read more... )

Okay, first off the "Debate" was a bad joke ~ we know McCain loves dead vet's Mom's but wtf can't Obama just say "stfu you asshole, you & your Right Wing friends caused this whole mess!"??? I'm sorry, times are tough and are going to get a lot grimmer. Why bail out Wall Street fat-cats and not regular folk who are losing their fucking homes because ( Read more... )

they say the tongue / is the strongest muscle, / yet also / the most sensitive: / capable of seeing in the dark, / tasting sweet and salt and sour, / dancing electricity, / swimming in the seas / of other souls / and speaking secret languages / we never knew we know....

Nearing sundown yesterday under balmy turquoise skies, I wandered to the local fishing docks and favorite wharf side deck-bar at "The Top of the Inland Waterway" ~ as I strolled from the parking lot across the narrow side-street two grey squirrels suddenly raced past my ankles toward a gravel drive-way, hotly pursued by a young feral black cat. ( Read more... )

Sorry if I've been neglecting LJ and tardy in updating but, seriously, it's been dead as a doornail around here and much of my limited mental energy has been preoccupied with trying to make sense out of the seemingly endless Primary Elections which have been excruciating in their tedium. It's just hard to comprehend how much BS we're being fed by ( Read more... )

Over the weekend, just before "Last Call" on Sunday night, I ran into my old pool-tournament partner "Red-Head" Randy at the local bar. A skinny 30-year-old commercial fisherman who I hadn't seen in a while, he was sitting forlornly watching Bugs Bunny cartoons on the 60-inch flat-screen plasma-TV wearing a dirty green "Rudolph the Red-Nose ( Read more... )

Where I come from that means you WIN the game but unfortunately no-one else was playing. Sorta like LIVE JOURNAL, ya know? I mean, wtf??? I've seen livelier fucking graveyards!!! Of course I shouldn't complain, I have been kinda absentee myself but, hey, it was SUMMERTIME, and life was EASYyyyy, so excuse me. My point, if I have a point, is that I ( Read more... )

Pretty much every late afternoon I visit my favorite Jersey Shore water-front outside bar-deck, lean against the rail with a rum & coke and watch the sun slowly sink in the west as the river flows swiftly to the sea. Usually, while on the way inside to take a whizz, I pause briefly by the restaurant Lobster Tank to silently commune with the unlucky ( Read more... )

(NOTE: Dedicated to "Smokebreak's" new friend): I live by the beach and yesterday afternoon drove west across the bay-bridge and immediately noticed traffic ahead on the two-lane road swerving erratically around something crossing in the opposite lane, which I suddenly realized was a LARGE turtle. Despite the fact that I was late for a meeting to ( Read more... )