No Shave November
It lasted a total of two days before I caved. The stress of nothing but snow-white whiskers, the itch, and the continuing ballot-counting became too much to bear. One thing that came out of this election that I can get behind was the legalization of grass in NJ, I didn't believe I'd live to see the day. Of course, by the time one is finally able to step into a store and purchase some product may be quite a while. In the meanwhile, I will continue to survive on opiates and generous amounts of Makers Mark. After this hideous example of America doing its duty at the polls, I am more convinced than ever that I need to seriously hole up with a powerful blast of internet speed, several large-sized vials of percocet, and a couple of cases of bourbon. The percocet was no problem in scoring across the mighty Passaic River in downtown Patterson. The brothers are happy to oblige an aging, unbalanced white man with a ponytail screaming rhetoric from Malcolm X. The bourbon, that's a sick and twisted saga of ignorance and injustice.
I was speaking of No-Shave November, got sidetracked a bit, which is way easy to do these days when my gelatin-like brain, living on little sleep, lots of caffeine, and otherwise the last ounces of adrenaline I can muster, are being fully used trying to make sense of what this country is going through. Not since the Civil War has this country been so divided and as one historian put it, I believe Shelby Foot,'The Civil War is still being fought today and we are still in danger of losing it". Naturally, all this really means is that the hacks and bag men who used to slither about in the halls of Congress are now front and center howling about Socialism like a crazed lunatic on the corner of 42nd and 8th Avenue. Meanwhile, in the deepest bunker of the "Peoples House", President Trump, his legitimate and illegitimate offspring along with bat shit crazy Mayor Rudy are hunkered down taking maddening swipes at anyone who dares enter with anything but good news. One staffer is quoted as saying "The President reminds me of a rabid cornered wolverine protecting her young at all costs". Grim.
So, No Shave November continues on with nothing left but the ashes of a country which once was, a case of bourbon which is now severely low, and a pile of 2020 Baseball cards that still need to be categorized.
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