Okay, so enough of that, whatever I was just engaged in. Sorry y’all. Felt it needed to be said. We all deal with ******** all day. Don’t need them on here, the place that is our respite from the day to day.
- Drinking bourbon with my mom (she’s drinking Pinot Grigio) on the porch at the lake. Trying to soak times like these up, they won’t be around forever. (And lest anyone point out the irony, she’s getting her pj’s on while I quickly hammer these out.)
- My old man is getting ready to get out his vaporizer as soon as my mom goes to bed. My dad gets me higher than I’ve ever got in my life.
- I was too hard on Sturgill last night. I listened to it three times today, and love it. Same as the cutting grass albums - always in my rotation. I guess my point was/is that while this music is very, very good, it’s not transformative, like his old stuff was. But you know what - putting an expectation on a dude that his work not merely be “very very good” but “transformative” might be unfair. So, I stand down from my position last evening.
- My mom loves Neil Diamond, and you know what, I do too. Holly Holy is an all time banger. Now we’re on Kentucky Woman.
- Supreme Court decision today at least clarifies things. No more mandates without end. I was impressed by the fact it was a unanimous decision - good to see them speaking with a United voice on an issue that is so important and timely.
- Odds that Wayne’s woman inserts black anal beads into his ******* - over.
- Going to keep chilling on my 180 acre, 10 horsepower limit lake. Sometimes (not often) smaller is better. This place fits me perfectly. Been my happy place since my first memories - which is what, 3 or 4? In any event, give me brown *** north/eastern central Kentucky water. I love you, Kentucky. And I would die for you.