June 26, 2013

I’m interested in listening to the song, “Pissed off and mad about it,” by a group called Texas Hippie Coalition, a four piece outfit that looks like a gathering of Hell’s Angels straight out of Hunter Thompson’s great book, “Hell’s Angels,” but the heavy metal intro proves to be too much for me to take at 5:45 am. Mostly, I listen to George Harrison at this time of day. I find the spirituality of his music to be a soothing way to ease into a new day. Today, I opt for Josef Islam’s greatest hits. I find the man formerly known as Cat Stevens’ songs to be soothing also. Despite the Bush administration’s opposition to Mr. Islam’s entrance into our country I find his music very spiritual. Did you know that George Bush does not much leave this country because there are warrants for his arrest in many countries around the world?

Blackberry Smoke, a homegrown Atlanta band, are going to appear on Jay Leno on July 10. I am really proud of these guys. I love their music and know that they have worked hard, very hard, to get where they are today. It would not surprise me to see them opening for The Rolling Stones sometime soon! Congrats to singer/songwriter Charlie Starr, the Turner Boys, and all the band!

I don’t know what to do next about my brother Tommy’s situation. He has been referred to a neurologist, but we don’t have the money to see one. I am praying hard on this matter, and would appreciate your continued prayers and positive vibrations.

He appears to be suffering from niacin poisoning. It is eating his system up, causing him to go blind, among other things, but no one knows how to treat it. Sucks.

Despite this challenge, I am looking forward to this day. They say that God does not give us more than we can handle, and I believe this. I have faith. I have faith that today will be a good day for me, and for you. God bless us all.

Joan taught my brother, Tommy, and I how to play Yahtzee, tonight. Tommy bought us a pizza, and then beat Joan and I at Yahtzee. I used to get bored playing board games, but had fun tonight. Joan is trying to remember how to play backgammon so that she can teach Tommy and I how to play.

Tommy and I have been playing a lot of 21, while we try to figure out what his next move should be medically. He is suffering from niacin poisoning. It is eating all his muscles away, and is causing him to go blind.

I’m reading a book that I can’t put down. It is called, “Caged,” and it was written by Cameron Conaway. It is a memoir of a young man finding his way in the world as an MMA fighter and a poet. The early scenes that Cameron depicts with his violent father remind me a lot of what Tommy and I went through with our dad, though our dad was not as brutal, physically, as Cameron’s was to him at a very young age.

A friend of our family was shot to death while working at his small jewelry store, today, in Villa Rica. One of the four fucking piece of shits who killed him has been caught. He’ll narc out the other three, and I hope that the state puts a bullet in all four of their heads after torturing them slowly.

Dear God: why must this shit happen?