Alcohol dulls the brain. That’s why I have to drink. Otherwise I’d be overcome by my own brilliance.

jk, as they say, or lmao

I dreamed last night I was running for the City Council. It was election night and it seemed pretty sure I would win. OUCH. I didn’t want to win.

A couple of nights ago I dreamed I was writing a book. Someone asked me about it. I said I didn’t care if it was good as long as it made money.

Now that’s a more realistic dream.

Weirdo left a couple of weeks ago and a new client/patient has arrived. He’s fifty, rather ugly, and because of a recent stroke cannot speak, only makes grunting sounds. Poor man.

On the other hand, the Old Blind Lady can speak too well. Her invisible visitors have always been welcomed and friendly but there’s a new one who is anything but. “You f*cking black b*tch, get the f*ck out of my house” and a favorite, “kiss my ass!”. Having unfortunately seen the object in question, I can assure you that is an invitation no one would care to accept. But it doesn’t stop this visitor who returns almost every day and, worse, sometimes during the night, always to be greeted with a 10-15 minute rant containing every dirty word in the language.

The new man must think he’s landed in a madhouse.

June is bustin’ out all over …

Went to the ATM, collected proceeds from my little pension check. Bought cigarettes, paid my Internet bill, bought beer, drank beer.

Back to home territory, bought beer, candy for the 13yo, ahi poke for me.

$23 left.