Last Friday in January

Today is the last Friday in January 2021.

Deweenie allowed bars to stay open to 11. Big whoop. It'll be a while before things get back to normal.  And masks could be around for the foreseeable future. 

Domestically,  someone's psychosis is getting worse.  I'm tired of her whining and bitching  about doctors. This is WAAAYYYY too old

I'm tired and want someone new. She's got 3 boyfriends... why must I be celebrate? 

Yet another hospital visit

After days of rocking,  threats of killing herself,  pain, sleepless  nights. And seizures,  Heather finally consented to a trip to Mercy hospital...not aultman. 

4 hours later,  new drugs and a verbal commitment from her,  she's home at 9:50 pm.

We'll see...

new phone

These smart phones have one drawback . The more apps, the longer they take to set up. That is all...

A new era

Trump's out. Biteme is in. 

Obama wasn't my president... EVER. 

Trump proved he was childish, but I think was elected as a backlash against Hellery.  

Biteme got elected to end Trump. The electorate ignored the socialist VP just to be rid of trump. 

However, now the curse of Tippecanoe over biteme's head (he's the oldest first time president ever), could leave us with premier harryass.  Bush beat an assassination attempt via increased ss due to 9/11's increased security.  Reagan beat the curse via modern surgery prowess.  

But biteme is old. The only hope will be a virtual president,  no travel, no appearances,  speeches from the white house basement.  Then we're stuck with comrade harryass. 

Trump did himself in, for sure. But to me he never seemed presidential... always tweeting like an adolescent girl. Tweeting is not something respectable that any president should do. It's just a virtual temper tantrum he was known for.

My whole take on this is to hold a national referendum to curb perpetual reelections in both houses of Congress.  46 year representatives need to retire... as their minds are riddled with dementia. 

As for fair elections... either side has pointed at the other guys for centuries.  HOWEVER,  I happen to KNOW for a fact my vote was disqualified at the source. Our credit card magnetic chip ballots were a challenge for the even election supervisors. 

My card was voided before I cast a vote. I tried to re-insert the card to vote and the supervisor claimed to avoid it out to permit me to revote... but there were problems with the card throughout my voting experience this last time. The voter worker's and supervisors didn't know how to instruct voters on how to use the new technology and since my voting magnetic card was voided and revoting was problematic at best.... my vote was disallowed.  As soon as I was permitted,  I cancelled my voter registration,  as it didn't matter to the vote anyway

Tally

1. Cheryl Tidwell

2. Dory

3. Kim

4. Nancy

5. Michelle Mitchell 

6. Michelle Birinyi

7. Marybeth 

8. Jana

9. Sue

10. White Lion

11. Stike Mice

12. Cheryl 

13. Foreclosure chick

14. Ponytail

15. Cleveland Hts chick 

16. Blue eyed Akron 

17. Jerry

18. Terry

19. Jackie 

20. Red Door chick*

21. Kim

22. Diana

23. Helen

25. Black Euclid

26 Big boobed Akron 

27. Browns fan.

28 Gun toting big boobs

29. Motorcycle chick

30 Reese from Kent

31. Jude

32 Heather

life is fleeting

In my announcement PM to certain friends,  I said I had left Facebook.  I get a response back from Peg (written by Rick) that she had a massive heart attack at 3:15 AM.  Rick worked CPR until the EMTs came but it was too late. They let her go Monday afternoon.  

Things can change so suddenly.  Treasure the present 

pulled the plug on fartsbook

Today, I pulled the plug on Facebook,  and I might not go back. Time will tell. 

I'm fed up with Democrats turning their backs on Antifa, black lives matter,  the riots,  the infiltrators of pro Republican gatherings and rioting and the whole hypocrisy,  while initiating an impeachment process during the last 8 days of the term.

How much hypocrisy should we have to endure?

I'm done 

A week in a few words

Lots of packages this week.  $450 worth  plus an evening roadie.

Lost sleep again due to Heather's psychosis. 

But went to the olive branch store and got her some CBD to calm her while she waits for a marijuana certification. 

Band's progressing but time will tell. Second set is now complete.  I gotta start paying it off. Should be paid in full by the end of February. Hopefully will be gigging by then. 

Heather's barely over randy,  wants to dump Gary for a new guy Jonathan from Pittsburgh who visited her yesterday.  Now she can't stop talking about him.. spending the weekend with him next weekend. Gives me hope that I can resume the search for a side chick for me  

Went to the sly fox last night.  She was heavily flirting with horvath... while Shari was there.  At the end of the night he came over to say goodbye.  Within minutes Shari swooped in from nowhere,  made a show of hugging me, in front of Mike and Heather.  Within minutes of leaving,  Heather was in full flare up,  subsiding by our arrival home.

Time to go back to bed 

Into the void

It's that time again. That "season".

Time moves slowly and one day blends into the next. You basically go to work, go home, collapse and repeat.  It's dark early, your energy is gone, and you sleep a lot.

Daily or weekly duties are mundane and boring. Life's meaning becomes questioned. 

Recurring memories

Whether it's memories or dreams,  my head's been busy with images of people and events from my past. 

Some are pure fiction but with real people from my past.  Others are insights of events from the past. 

Some awaken me from a dead sleep, causing a feeling of incompleteness for hours after awakening.  Others leave me longing to complete the dream. Some occur from incomplete information about the past. 

But I suspect I am replaying my life. Perhaps due to a turning of the page.  Perhaps beginning the final settlement of accounts prior to death. Who knows?

I'm not now ready for death, as a new page in my lifetime is about to turn with the new band. I've turned the corner on a number of issues and it feels like a new adventure is beginning. 

Plus,  I'm more ed hopeful about 2021 than I ever was in 2020. But that chapter is yet to play out.  Time will tell...

2021

This year started under the same cloud that 2020 ended in.  Heather's psychotic condition.  

Also, my reminiscing about former lovers. How good the following women were: Michelle Birinyi,  Mary Beth Johnson, Diana Ellis. Those 3 were 1994-2002 intermittently,  1998, and 2002-04 respectively.  But alas,  they were ALL flings... not true girlfriends.  

I've had flings before and after,  but those were the ones who I shared multiple passions with.  Before, there was scoring.  After,  diminishing interest.  By 2006, sex was pretty much over.

I can only hope that band music will replace sex for me this year.  Because it truly needs to happen. 

Personally,  I'm in a rut and need to get out.

Heather's  a wreck and full of self loathing and pity. She needs to move on from the emotional and physical pain of the last couple years 

2020 recap

Significant changes:

Left menards on principle.  Got Roadie the same day. That lead to road warrior.  I now do both and as 1099, I get to deduct mileage!!

I played out again.  It was the Buzzards,  a D rated band, but it was still playing out. That fell apart,  but then lead to Silverback,  which never got going,  but then lead to Route 95, where I actually felt like something was going to happen. 

Heather went off the rails this year.  First, she lost her job. Then spent $7500 in a finally canceled attempt at gaining Sallie's custody,  which she then dropped at the end.  Sallie also let her and my faith, down.

Heather also spent a lot of time with Randy, who was ultimately discovered to be a player. Opening Heather's eyes destroyed her trust and her heart.  She fell in love and that hurt, plus Sallie's betrayal,  along with losing her job  and the betrayal of Heather's brother and sister,  caused a huge breakdown.  Multiple trips to the hospital.  3 hospitalizations and one in a mental health hospital,  have broken her. But it also convinced me that there is no hope for her reconciliation with randy,  or my trust. 

I had a brief flirtation with Dawn from Nashville Nights.  Also with Lauren (Kroggle).

Neither were going to ever work out. So I resolved solitude to be the answer. 

All in all,  2020 sucked and won't ever be missed.  Cy Sulak and John Raab got covid.  They recovered.  Rick Starnoni didn't survive.  It seems like every year we lose someone.  ANOTHER REASON WHY I DECIDED TO RETURN TO DRUMS.  If not now, then when?

The lockdown has taken it's toll. I loathe dewine all the more.  "Black lives matter" mobilized in conjunction with George Soros, and the media,  to turn racism on in the form of riots during the summer.  They occupied several democratic run cities turning the election into a circus, mobilizing fraudulent votes by the millions to overcome trump's campaign and "elect" an incompetent boob and his socialist vp. The icing on the cake will be when The curse of Tippecanoe returns,  as this incompetent boob is also the oldest elected first time president EVER. At 78, his life expectancy is short.  

The AMA and CDC now run the country,  mandating the lockdown and perpetuation of isolation of the public.  Meanwhile,  leftist governors move to repeal the second amendment and disarm the public.  This includes the closet leftist dewine,  who's yellow backbone bleeds everywhere. 

All in all, 2020 sucked 

Furthermore,  the left has made huge strides to incorporate socialism in to all aspects of government.  Therefore,  2020 began the death of freedom. 

This photo now has more meaning