(Manny Pacquiao is still kicking ass at age 35.)
On Saturday night, I sauntered into town and got steaming drunk. I can't even remember how I arrived home. I'm assuming that I walked. I didn't spend a lot of money. Maybe forty dollars at the most. I drank the cheapest draft beer on the menu.
That's the problem with me and alcohol. I have Keith Moon disease. Once I start, I refuse to stop. And my behavior--although never violent--can become a bit outrageous. My social skills are severely lacking. I've had my ass kicked several times while intoxicated. I don't know how to keep my mouth shut.
I woke up at 8 a.m. on Sunday morning. The Dragon Lady was pissed. Our humble abode was covered in my vomit. I was too hungover to clean. So she went to work with a rag and some soapy water. That woman is spotless. You could eat off our floors.
I was too sick to go to church. I spent the entire day relaxing in bed. I also downloaded the Manny Pacquiao bout. Manny beat Tim Bradley quite easily. But you've got to hand it to Bradley. He's a tough hombre. He wasn't hurt on one single occasion. Manny's just too fast for most guys to handle.
I watched Game of Thrones. There was a great fight scene featuring The Dog. He killed five men with his huge sword. Lots of violence and gore. That's how Smith prefers his television. Nice and bloody.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. It's not like I'm some filthy atheist.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a nightmare about my father. He was too drunk to drive home from work. So he spent the night in his truck. He slept peacefully in the cab. But I kept tapping on the window to get his attention.
I woke up at six a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Koreans are up in arms about the deaths of two children who were repeatedly beaten by their stepmothers. The government is being petitioned to strengthen the current child abuse laws.
I turned on Fox News. Three people were murdered at a Jewish Community Center in Kansas City. The culprit shouted Heil Hitler before pulling the trigger of his handgun. The crazy coot is 70-years-old. Go figure.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie. God bless.