๐ŸŽถ RHETORICAL!!! ๐ŸŽถ #TheWalkingDead

Okay. I just woke up. No coffee. Zombies, on my mind. The “All Out War” is starting. right. NOW.

I don’t believe I’m spoiling, first of all, because, well, you know. It’s only THE MOST intense storyline of the history of TWD. The most talked about storyline. The most anticipated. Everyone had heard of Negan, whether you read the comics or not. He’s *probably* going to end of being one of the most iconic tv villains ever. Put Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s Negan on the shelf, right next to Caesar Romero’s The Joker. Yea.

Children Are Our Future: Rachel of Oceanside is NOT to be fucked with. Having seen her dad. Brother. Uncle. Grandfather. Murdered. BY THE SAVIORS has made her hard. They should drop HER off at The Sanctuary’s doorstep. Negan wouldn’t stand a chance against her. Speaking of women Negan wouldn’t stand a chance against: Carol. In body armor. Down With The King. Accompanied by A TIGER!!! It’s over. Game over, man!!! (RIP, Bill Paxton)

Sasha. Is anyone else very afraid for Sasha. She IS Alexandria’s ONLY sharpshooter. BUT, it’s the zombie apocalypse. Just like she replaced Andrea (who *just* got BIT in the comics, btw!!! Rrrrrrr!!!), there will be another. Oh wait, we have already met The Larger World’s NEW sharpshooter!!! Cindy, of Oceanside!!! LMAO!!! NO SPOILER, just a bold prediction. And I feel much more comfortable making Walking Dead predictions than political predictions: Oceanside is NOT in the comics…well…kinda not. Anyway, Sasha gets Lucilled and Cindy becomes the new shooting ace. Just a hunch. Plus, it’s the end of the season. Last season ended with Lucille, so let’s bring it around, full circle. ๐ŸŽถ Let’s hear it for the girl ๐ŸŽถ


Gotta keep it going. Carol is already dead in the comics, so, it very well might be her time, as well. BUT. You know the “Kirkman Curveball” does not always jive with our crystal balls, so who’s to say? I know this: Sasha ain’t kneeling and Eugene IS dead to me, LOL!!! That’s it. That’s all I got.

It’s GREAT to see Sheriff Rick Grimes back in the saddle, again. What??? You didn’t actually THINK that Rick wasn’t gonna snap the fuck out of that spell he was under, did you?!? LOL!!! He was just in shock, after losing Glenn. Glenn. Glenn. (RIP Glenn.) Issue 100. Kirkman staying true to his source material. That was a death that was totally unavoidable. Destiny’s Prom Date.

Now playing??? Run DMC – Down With The King


Most enjoyable flight…

I’ve ever had that did NOT have alcohol! I mean, they are servin’ but *I* ain’t drinkin’! Yet! I’m on my way to Palm Springs, which is my own Margaritaville, so don’t call the authorities yappin’ about how my body has been taken over by aliens, just yet! LOL!!!

We are flying over The Rockies now and OH MY GOD, I’ve taken *so* many pictures! Like a tourist or something. It’s like…white and snow covered and… [deep breath] I really do NEED just a *little* more baseball. A little more beer. And just a tad more rest and relaxation in my world. I see these commercials about retirement and I find myself asking “What exactly IS retirement, anyway?” I mean, what if work is something you really, truly, honestly *enjoy*? If that is the case, laying around doing absolutely nothing is not going to be rewarding for you. You’re not going to feel fulfilled or happy and you’re absolutely NOT going to be content. That’s a fact.

Hashtag: Actual Factuals

Hey. I’ve ready 5 comic books. Used the bathroom twice. Had one cup of ice water and one cup of coffee. Two sugars. Two creamers. Did I *really* need to share that with you? No. Not really. I’m just bored. That’s all.

I found myself thinking about DJ Tony Touch, the other day. LOL!!! I know!!! Don’t ask me WHY, because I honestly don’t know *what* triggered that. He was this random DJ that used to put out my tapes in NYC back when it was DJ Clue, S&S, Craig G, Queens-based reggae sound system True Force International… [deep breath] Seems like that was like 1,000 years ago. Waxing nostalgic. That’s what I do. That’s who I am. ๐ŸŽถ memories ๐ŸŽถ

So, yesterday, I passed through the “new” World Trade Center yesterday, for the very first time. It was like…weird. But nice. The fancy, futuristic, high end shopping mall part. On the way from the PATH train to the A & the C. I paused. Reflected. Took a few pics. Keep right on rolling, stopping at Dunkin Dounuts. I felt a bit of pride. I felt grateful to live in a country that decided to rebuild and keep our wits about us. We are still that place where people from other, less-fortunate, more dangerous places come to make a brand new start. I looked around and soaked up the diversity. Tourists. New Yorkers. The Bridge-and-Tunnel contingency. NYPD. A LOT of different people. Religions. Ethnicities. Colors. Together. It was impossible to ignore that the city is on heightened alert after what happened in London, earlier this week. But, as always, we are going to be okay.

It’s hard for me to believe that, at times. But, easy for me to type. Because, drop down inside? I see the better days to come. I don’t believe the country is going to slide down the drain into an abysmal mess or that we are going to be like… I don’t know…destroyed by Hurricane Trump. With every passing day and every defeat of his ludicrous, half-baked ideas of what America could be, I feel my confidence growing. Doesn’t stop me from thinking “God, I really DO need to get away. Go somewhere. Decompress. Regroup.” But, I feel better. When his stupid legislations gets rejected, I feel reenergized! I really do. I almost feel ready for ’18. Bring on the Midterms!!!

But. As always. Who knows. I’m rambling. Gettin’ lost in thought.

I’m not really sure why…

we are truckin’ along inside of this cloud cover, but, okay. Something new. Speaking of new: This plane is brand new. 737 will ALL of the bells-and-whistles. The negative? Oh, did you NOT think that there would be a negative??? The seats are narrow and CRAZY close together. The good with the bad! I’ll take it.

I have my comic books. I’ve had my coffee. I have a seat between me and the woman next to me. And, I’ve had my daily dose of Trump. He killed Trumpcare. A to the men, I’ll TAKE it. I urge EVERYONE to fight that fuckin’ prick whoever you are, however yo can. Whenever you can and wherever you can. He is a racist, misogynistic, egotistical, xenophobic prick who just isn’t fit to lead our country. That’s it for that.

I’m out.


New. York. City.

Back, baby! I hit Midtown Comics, only picking up the essentials. Flying out to Cali tomorrow. 2017 is still getting off the ground and already, it has been a LONG year! But, I am going to continue to build in some “me” time. Whenever I can. However I can. Wherever I can. *pinky swear*

Hey! It’s been a while since I’ve told you all that I love you, so here’s a reminder: I โค๏ธ you ALL!!!

Okay. I don’t really have a whole lot to say. Keep on keepin’ on. And as you no doubt have noticed, the wheels are finally starting to come off of the Trump Train. YES!!! Thanks, Obama!!!

Hashtag: Shadow Government


Did New Jersey Transit…

hit the lottery and didn’t tell anybody?!?!? There are now THREE URINALS and an ELECTRONIC HAND DRYER in the bathroom of the men’s room in the Lakewood NJT bus terminal!!! HOLY… WOW!!! I’m *floored*, like, beyond words. I told the security guard…


I just stepped on the NYC bus!!! It’s a BRAND NEW BUS!!!!! Jesus, almighty, I’m dreaming!!! But DON’T WAKE ME, PLEASE!!! [sniffs and wipes away tears] I want to enjoy this.

Okay, so I told the security guard that I feel like I’m in some kind of futuristic movie. He chuckled “I know, right?” Oh my god. Oh my god. WOW. I’m stunned. But, in a *positive* way. Let’s stay with the positivity for a bit.



If Trump is *smart*??? He has Trump Force One all gassed up and ready to go. Escape. to. Russia. Manafort. Tillerson. Flynn. Run. Run. Run. There is nothing that can stop the avalanche of indictments that are to come. If this really IS the work of Obama’s Shadow Government, then I thank the gods and goddesses for the 44th president of the United States of America. Keep on lookin’ out for the people, President Obama. I told a twitter follower the other day that I was…am…certain that America has safeguards in place to keep us from being overtaken by a foreign government from within. And that is exactly what Putin WAS attempting to do. We are STILL *the* dominant military superpower, regardless of what Trump and his mouth breathing, toothless Neanderthals say. We are STILL the world’s protector and we will ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ. preserve๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ. this๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ. democracy๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ. Take that shit. Write it on a deposit slip. And put THAT in the bank.

[deep breath]

I have SO many stories to tell. God. So many.
I always get a *tad* bit nostalgic when I come back here. Even when I’m like: “I’ve been here for TOO LONG and need a little break!” And a drink. I can no longer drink when I’m at the house because a.) I have to keep a clear head and b.) alcohol and being IN that house was a combination that was giving me panic attacks 100% of the time, so, yea, I’m stone sober and in need right now. [deep breath]

Well. I do believe I need to make a couple of phone calls that I could not make when I was at my mother’s. Have a wonderful day, everybody. Just call me Billy Joel, ’cause I’m keeping the faith.


The Ridiculousness

I swear to GOD. And no. I am NOT turning the tv on. I’m not. I’m not. I’m not. I read a Washington Post article that has me SO MAD, right now. I swear, I’m SO fucking mad!!! ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก

It is going to have to be “somewhere else” for me. I can not. No, make that a WILL NOT stay. in this country. with THAT GUY. in the people’s White House. Nah. Fuck that. And this isn’t the alcohol talking. I haven’t had a drink since the train ride up from Miami. I’m stone cold sober. I’m super duper caffeinated. But, I’m thinking clearly. So far, today has been an AWESOME day!!! I am not going to make it to do laundry, but it’s all good. I’m going to throw a few things in my backpack and do laundry tomorrow in the city, I guess. It will give me something to do as I catch up on my “reading.” I did not make it to the comic book store this week. I did not make it to the comic book store last week.

Guess what I did today? Drank a whole pot of coffee, by myself! LOL!!! And now, I’m going to the bathroom every 5 minutes, LOL!!! BUT, I’m here and not out there, running around or on a New Jersey Transit bus with no bathroom. Or waiting for a New Jersey Transit bus, at the Lakewood bus terminal, where the bathroom NEVER works. THANKS, YOU CRACK ADDICTED MUTHAFUCKERS!!!!! Nah. I’m still here. Inside. Safe from the cold weather. Yea. A little cold blast blew in. It’ll be gone, this weekend, BUT………. *I* will be gone this weekend, as well, so, yea!

I do believe my clippers are in a box, out in the scary garage. And trust me when I say that the garage is a very scary place! And now that it’s cold outside, it’s cold in our garage because (OF COURSE) the garage is not insulated!

Well. I’m going to go use the bathroom again. Oh, you thought I was kidding??? I know, I kid a lot. You thought I was exaggerating? I know, I sometimes exaggerate. But, no. I was serious. Every. five. minutes.


OH. My. god. Today…

was a day, what a day, what a day.

BUT!!! I’m STILL here!!! ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ HEY!!! Okay: Chances are, I will NOT make it to the comic book store tomorrow, but I’m flying out of NYC in a few days, so best believe that I will hot Midtown Comics AS SOON AS I STEP OFF THE BUS at Port Authority. Oh, you can bet your last dollar on THAT. Believe that.

I’ve gotten myself *so* down with this Trump Russia Gorsuch SCOTUS Repeal And Replace Obamacare shit that I am going to, yet again, break from the news for a while. I’ll just do twitter. Read the articles and chime in, accordingly. It is just deeply disturbing to me and I’m kinda puzzled now as to HOW people were stupid enough to vote for Trump. Dummies who were left in the lurch by shitty schools, me thinks.

I still haven’t even started to look for my clippers. I know. I know. I’m trynna motivate. LOL!!! Everything in my world revolves around…well…starts with…mental preparation. My friends have heard me throw that out there for YEARS. I have to (literally) mentally prepare myself to jump out of bed. Shit. It’s 10:30. I’m wide awake. I should just look right now, instead of sitting here talking about it!

I’m going to go. I may even open a few suitcases and find my clippers!!!

OR. not. LMAO!!!

ะดะพะฑั€ะพะน ะฝะพั‡ะธ, comrades!!! ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹