FUCK those two senile old incompetent retards. I'm voting Libertarian. Our slogan is "Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ayn Rand!" 😆

Mary: [photo of wineglass and the edge of a pizza] Having that glass of wine now. Wish we were having one together.

Me: [hug emoji] How far did you have to drive to get that pizza? [smirk emoji]

Mary: There's a Wal-Mart in The Dalles, if you're looking at a map.

Me: I had one from Wal-Mart called Screamin' Sicilian Bessie's Revenge. It was . . . OK ( Read more... )

"Yes, dammit, I said 'was.' The bitch is dead now."

Not a good day. I seem to have forgotten to take my venlafaxine.

I don't want to move to Portland. I want to stay here.

Well, I moved out of Hyacinth House. I got tired of the 911 calls, the police raids, the collapsing ceiling in the living room, the clogged tub filled with someone else's dirty bathwater, the leaky roof, the gunshots at night, the shit-smears on the bathroom floor, and the meals that were worse than the food I got in The Bad Place. I moved over to ( Read more... )

Today, the funeral and interment. The funeral took place in a small chapel on the funeral grounds. I don't know who all these tables in the back, seating eight, are for. There's only about eight of us. My nephew Martin flew in from Michigan just for the funeral and has to go back home later today, We were all just kind of milling around, trying to ( Read more... )

I am staying at an AirBnB near the cemetery with my sister and brother-in-law until all of this is concluded. It is in a really bad side of town. My sister and brother-in-law were expecting, based on the reputation of the neighborhood (one of the old Wards), to see people on-fire shooting each other dead in the street. It wasn't THAT bad, although ( Read more... )

I am at The Duke of Hollywood, having a drink and a pair of slacks tailored--for Dad's funeral. Just like old times, except the place is deserted. COVID hit the place hard ( Read more... )

Dad died today. Mary is flying in from Portland. I need a dark suit for the funeral. Can't concentrate. Have to help with the obituary and take the bus to Forest Lawn on Monday. Funeral delayed 'til NEXT Monday. Shit.

OK, what do I have:

Car: gone, sold in my absence by Dad and the Sea-Hag (illegally, since I never approved the sale with a signature on the pink slip).

Clothes: gone

Book collection I've been keeping since I was 25, including anywhere from $7000 to $10,000 of rare books: gone, probably thrown out with the trash

Personal effects and papers and all ( Read more... )

Last night's dream: an extremely attractive woman was lying in bed naked, and I was kneeling by the side of the bed. The woman was tall and slender, had blonde hair, and had a bikini line. She was the wife of a man who was out for the evening, and she wanted to get even with him by having sex with me. But I hesitated. Suddenly in through the ( Read more... )