Random Thoughts on the 2nd day of a New Year:

(My Back Yard)


I don’t think Ford should have pardoned Nixon. Hell, they didn’t cut My President, Mr. Clinton any slack.

A head injury does serve to slow one down a bit, worry not I am once again back to my razor sharp wit and keen intellect.

Middle age is sucking just a bit.

There are a shit load of good restaurants here.

Scotch Eggs are good for a hangover; however sauerkraut perogies with dill sour cream should not be overlooked for its restorative values.

I watched the bowl game and for a change the team I was cheering on won, the Broncos win was something to see. It’s odd having bowl tickets to games you don’t give a shit about.

We celebrated English new year at 5 pm, chiefly because we didn’t want to be out on amateur night, btw the cops here are not amateurs.

For your first DUI here everyone goes to tent city for two weeks, them old boys don’t fuck around here.

Sheriff Joe offered me a job being a prison guard at tent city, to-date I have very politely refused.

I can’t figure out my new cell phone.

M. Chamberlain and OB GY Kenobi prank called me last night.

I am reading a book every two days.

I am hopeful that someone will hire me now the holidays are over, I need a job, I don’t do well with free time.

I am thinking about growing a beard.

I made fried cabbage with red apples and steaks for New Years day, no Hopping John this year, southern food is hard to find here.

I still have not hung my art work.

I am trying to get a federal job, shit you should see what they pay.

Applying for a federal job is about as easy as doing your own taxes.

Never eat at a taco joint where any of the employees have scabs on their finger tips.

I am blessed with a good woman, who doesn’t like me to bleed all over her house.

I heal quick.

I go to the casino down the road to eat, because I am a cheap ass.

Westerners are an odd group.

I don’t think I will enjoy retirement at all.

I have started writing the great American novel, my brain as been like a drunken party with Somerset Maugham, Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Faulkner, and my mentor HST all getting asked to leave by the bouncers.

While I am here I am going to have a look around the western half of the land, with a few side trips south of the border (as soon as I find out if those warrants from Interpol are still active).

I was turned down for membership in the Sun City Jewish Men’s Society, and the Muslim Brotherhood of Greater Phoenix. Oh well, I guess I still have a Masons to fall back on.

In the Polar Bear tradition, I jumped in my pool yesterday.

I miss my friends and job still.

I do a much better job of pissing people off than of making new friends.

What can I say; I have a hard time suffering assholes.

I am going to bake bread today.

No more negative thinking is my mantra, even if GWB 43 is still president.

Tonight for our evening meal, it’s Italian, homemade cheese tortellini, fresh Sicilian sauce (which I am going to go shopping for, there is a lot of stuff in it and it all must be fresh), & home made garlic bread.

That is all,

JQP esq.