The trip to Vegas was boring. Well, mostly. I was alone, hot (I hate airco and seldom use it) and grumpy, if simultaneously mildly amused. I was driving to Vegas to bet a grand on the San Francisco 49ers to win the Super Bowl.
The great thing about watching these sorts of series by myself in the comfort of my own home on my rather large TV screen is that I can fast forward through the boring plot stuff (like the lingering chase scenes that invariably end how they are foreshadowed) and hover where I like.
Billy was groaning in disbelieving shock. He stood in the shower near the spraying nozzle, water running down his back, as Suze gleefully soaped his chest with the motel giveaway bar. This had to be a dream, and if so, he hoped fervently he wouldn’t wake. He had admired, hell, outright lusted for Suze for almost all his sexual maturity. Now here she was, voluptuous body glistening in front of him, taking charge as she kept up a running commentary.
There’s insider trading that’s not for you (take Feinstein, Clinton or many other high-ranking politicians), or Martha Stuart. At least she had the balls and the integrity to concede she had done wrong, go to jail, and serve her time. Can’t think of anyone else.
The one time I interviewed then U.S. Senator Biden on the phone he fibbed through his hair plugs about how he listened to my radio show to remind him of his Scranton birthplace when he worked late at the office.
In the past week Lithuania has declared that Russian goods that are sanctioned as a result of the current Ukrainian conflict will not be permitted transit through Lithuanian land. Belarus and Russia have made several threatening statements in response.
News coverage of Roe’s demise is harrowing, from left to right. Coming on top of the Supreme Court’s decision on “Concealed Carry” of guns, there are a lot of upset people right now. Forget COVID and Ukraine, this is The Topic.
I firmly stood my ground in the face of the most relentless propaganda campaign in history. Endless messages in the media. Scorn and ridicule from close friends and family. Shamed and called immoral. Isolation and loneliness. Missing special events that should have meant a lot in my life and that can never be recovered.
“Most Americans Don’t Want Biden or Trump to Run Again: Poll.” The laughter returns. This is what happens if you read too much news. It’s like mad cow disease starts eating up your brain.
The car that stopped for me was decidedly funky, old and beat up. A beach cruiser, we used to call them in Hawaii. I fearlessly threw my pack in and jumped in the back seat. In the front seat, two rastas sporting huge wild dreadlocks looked at me with expressions bordering on disbelief.