A brief moment of synchronicity, early in this shitshow of a year. #FuckYou2016 anyway.


Not only did Prince make a song about my old car [Ed.: Car? Other Ed. : Forget it – he’s rolling.], I found it on youtube right when SNL was broadcasting it on the tribute show so my computer could singalong with the TV.
Yes, I am easily amused, but also in need of those small joys sometimes

I really thought this was going to be a Pon Farr kind of year (ideally without the treachery). It started out with such promise. I still blame Mötley Crüe for starting all the shit dominoes that fell, screwing with the time line.

and I ain’t got nobody
I got some no money ’cause I just got paid fucking sent home again, until Thursday
Now, how I wish I had someone to talk to
I’m in an awful way,

But I have beer (no, not with Ray – we know how that ends) and Star Wars reruns, so I’ve got that going for me, which is good. And Tinder, which is unlikely to end well. And ham salad. And that’s all I need.  Except this

 

My source of wisdom.
My source of wisdom.

So, the Hells Angels had a booth at the Cruise on Central yesterday, selling swag. They also had a goodwill ambassador who was kind enough to chat will me for a minute. It was time well spent (on my part, anyway). Not only did she share the love of muscle cars, she took the time to throw out some life advice:

don’t envy anyone else’s life – live yours.

Thanks for the reminder, my friend.

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