Caterwauling

Big Giant Pussy threw one piece of bread to the four ducks who waddled by in hopes that we could feed them. 

One duck got to eat. He didn’t share. 

I’ve decided I like Big Giant Pussy today, though. 

Three little kids were fishing in the pond today. Fruity Patootie let his big gay dog run loose up to the kids. It promptly took a shit that he didn’t clean up. Whatta guy.  

I hear a local family hired the lawyer for Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown’s families. I hope they turn this town upside-down. The cops are just as bad as the residents here. Maybe Corey Jones’ family will be able to get the justice no one else seems to be able to. 

Big Giant Pussy is blubbering and my nerves are frayed. 

But today will be a good day. That’s because my friend up north is in labor and I will soon have photos of her baby boy to greet me on my phone. 

I am also going to take advantage of a quiet day and try to meditate. My soul has been devoid of anything but fear and rage lately. Time to fix that. 

I have tickets to Jason Aldean this weekend. Am wondering whether to go enjoy the show or to sell the tickets at a premium to pay for a traffic ticket I didn’t deserve. 

With any luck, that will be the biggest decision I have to make today.