Depression... Blessed and you're healed

Tonight fucking sucked. Twins... Twins... Twins...

First day walking through Wrig Town, jones wearing a Twins cap, offered him a beer. Bets said: This is too close to Boystown, but that's cool- jones didn't take it. Walking by the Newport on Southport, where it should be. Costellos was like that tonight.... Why? Why? Why?

Bitch Sux fans at Costellos. Cool, cool. They were at Tuman's- I was at Tuman's. I might've bought them a beer at Tuman's, while they were at the mercy of El Presidente. Before Cleo's. 2007 double header on the Southside, Morneau hits 1500 (low estimate) RBI in a double header. Best way to leave... in a sour way. Go Twins.

That perfect sunlight hits the North Side. Walking by the stadium in the winter. Touching something that is alive. Guthrie's on a cold night. Bad food, pricey beer, a porch to smoke, room enough for all your friends. Friends, friends, friends. Best times, best times, best times.

I just texted Ho: i dot thnk i couln live anyhere besides the nrthsid. These are stale cigarettes from last year. Chris texted that he's having twins, moving back to Chicago-can't get hold of him. He's teaching his kids to be Stealers fans. Please grow up Twins fans, please grown up Twins fans. Best fans in the world.

Ma is watching us do bar tricks at the Port, Irish Carbombs, and then advises where to pee in front of Northwestern Hospital park prior to going to the Blue Stem. Let me get back to St. Paul.

Ohn says something, two years ago on Marshfield, after the Bears lost, like: there is a saying we have, "There is Always Next Year". He used full caps to make it feel more poignant than the Jamison, on the rocks, Audra left an hour ago at Costellos that I drank.

Then I walked out the door.

Til next year.

Fuck.

Writing

There are few things more derelict in the world than a writer realizing the entire labor is complete and utter crap. That this stupid jones has somehow strung together a semi-redundant story over now 109 double spaced typewriter pages which only seen has fit to repeat and repeat and repeat itself.

Oh for a fire, Prometheus, some wayward flame, some more poignant burn than this cigarette, something to torch it all! Would it be but better for the world never to have known them than for me to have to return to this shit; to this variable puddle of words shit onto a page that must be dealt with tomorrow.

And this isn't the most hefty of writing assignments. No dear coituser, this Friday, I'm cast as this Man of Honor in the play of my sister's wedding. Thus I find myself called upon to make a speech on marriage. This venerable institution that I find little evidence or want to believe in.

Speak. Speak from the God blessed heart. Let the heavens ring with the sounds of you solidifying all. Oh but the weight of the Morning Star is upon us all. That utterly romantic tale of being in love so much that you're blinded to love en totale.

How are we supposed to exemplify love? What is it? Love is only regret... on repeat.

Gettysburg Address

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.

Gay Republicans Part 3

I light a cigarette prior to explaining neo-conservatism to Balddee. While perhaps all political parties are in part to blame for the no smoking bill, at least these folks I don't mind if I offend.

"You see Bald-O," Says I, clenching down on the end of my cigarette, letting the smoke roll deliciously out my nose, "They believe in the Republican idiom of don't tread on me. Or: Don't take my money even though they're not thinking of it from the big picture."

"I don't get it." Balddee says.

"You commie bastards. You think just because we don't want to give up our money, the money we worked for no less, that we don't care. We give more money to charities than your tight liberal asses do; it's just we get to choose who we are giving our money to."

"I don't get it." Balddee says.

"So are you saying that we're supposed to trust everybody to give to charities? Like we're supposed to trust in businesses to 'Do the Right Thing'?"

"But they're gay?" Balddee says.

"Yeah, but who gives you guys jobs? You get jobs from the businesses that we give tax breaks to."

"But you're gay?" Balddee says.

"True, but that mattered something before businesses acted like they were doing us a favor in giving us jobs then started moving those jobs overseas. Not to mention that they stopped paying the 40% of the taxes that they were paying back in the 1950s. You people make everybody afraid for their jobs, instill fear in people that the government is trying to take their money rather than help them, and then tell me I'm not American because of it."

"Who are you calling You People?"

"Oh go suck a cock."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"No, because people's sexual preferences shouldn't be contingent upon their beliefs."

"Exactly. Now there is the meaning of a being a Gay Republican."

"What just happened?" Balddee says.

Gay Republican part 1

There are times in history when the human condition takes a turn for the extremely odd . No one can explain when or why or how this happens but it does, you read about it in your history books , Hell it happened Nationally when Bush won his re-election all those many moons ago.
That I thought would be the last time I personally witnessed this phenomenon until Last night I leave the Political comments to Killer Smurf so I won’t go into which candidate I choose but I will talk about what the B-Love knows best the stupidity of Man /Woman ..
I am in Minneapolis/St Paul Killer Smurf dragged me here for the Republican Convention , seems Fair cause Mule and Harmon took me to the Democratic one a couple of weeks ago I am standing outside the Daddy Yankee concert that’s right little old DY is a McCain Supporter go figure ..
So there I am amidst a bunch of Scantily clad Latinas and eager young republicans ready to dance ? and Party ? Republicans REALLY ?...

Don’t worry kids I have no intention of going into this show one I can’t stand the Music and more so Whenever I see a picture of Daddy Yankee his whole persona seems to utterly asinine but as usual I digress.
Instead we head into Downtown Minneapolis cause frankly St.Paul looks like a scene from Escape from New York or some other Futuristic Movie where there is a heavily Policed State you can just see the tax dollars being tossed away to protect the one Party who has had 8 Years to destroy our Economy after a surplus.
But again I digress…

Gay Republican part 2

Downtown is buzzing , Palin just got done speaking and all the young Republicans all 10 of them are fired up .
These ten young men resemble your average Frat boy, except they wear suits if there was some Magna Cum Laude pageant these guys would fit right in there amusing to watch their prancing around in a circle kind of like a Pagan Cult would dance around a raging Fire pit . But this is sad cause there is no Fire Pit just ten guys making noise while dancing around there imaginary Christian fire pit .
But the saddest thing I have ever seen not more than 10 feet away from the big group, were two guys doing their own circle dance.
I was puzzled and asked them “Hey your Group is over there” .
They smiled and looked at me and said.. “ They don’t want us in there group”
I was taken aback.
“ why ? “ I asked ..
“Cause were Gay. “ They replied .
I was puzzled then it hit me.
“ Wait your Republicans”? I replied .
They kept doing there Fire pit dance “yep” one of the guys replied.
All at once I had images of the wagon train scene from Blazing Saddles .

I began to laugh hysterically while pointing at the two outsiders grasping for air I exclaimed
“ You too are celebrating a Party that hates you are you Fucking Kidding me.” I yelled out
They stopped dancing and began to frown I could see I hit a nerve and I could sense their rage that they were going to try and unleash ..