and took some long walks.

and did a lot of work.

and found some money. lets talk about that.

last month i hit rock bottom because i wasnt getting any unemployment, all of my little jobs had dried up, all the places i was TOTALLY FUCKING QUALIFIED FOR LIKE OMG told me to fuck off and die, and i hadn’t even gotten my stimulus check #2 which was supposed to come in January.

the walls had closed in, i sent an SOS to the world and the world said here you go

and for that i will be forever grateful.

for a year for some reason the apartment above me has been vacant. it needs a lot of renovations and maybe the owner of this joint didnt have the cash, but youd have thought PPP loans or what have you, or the fact that all of us pay on time, and that they have lots of buildings would mean they’d have had the cash to fix it up and start renting it again But Nope.

and it’s fine. who needs someone clomping around upstairs on hardwood being loud when im down here crying in my mexicokes?

earlier this week i was awakened with loud terrible noises. the workers had returned and were pulling up everything, bashing in things. the cats scurried under the couch and my beauty sleep was interrupted for a good half hour until i said dude i lived in Isla Vista for four years, ya gonna have to do better than that.

when i woke up again i went out to get the paper and noticed that they had gathered a years worth of the junk mail that had accumulated on her side of the mail slot… and placed it in my ficus plant so they could have room to demolish shit.

my little eye spied my name. or something like it.

it said Anthony III

and it had the wrong address on it.

then I saw another letter like that too.

junk mail over the years has gotten better and better at tricking you into opening it. sometimes it will look like a check. sometimes it will feel like a credit card

but when i opened this up IT WAS A DEBIT CARD

in fact it was the Stimmy from January that I couldn’t hunt down via the IRS website because for some reason Trump thought my name was Anthony III

like George the Third or some shit.

And for months $600 was literally feet away from me. just laying there. saying tony save me. tony my love. my sweet bald fat man. im right here.

and how crazy that these workers didnt just throw it all away? they know she hasnt lived there for a year. but they did the right thing: they tossed it into my fauna.

they released the cashen.

and today when i went to the taco truck and splurged on a $7 burrito with extra cheese and sour cream, i handed her the plastic and she said

cash only senior.

and i laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.

it’s the trial of his second impeachment. the sequel.

but unlike the first one, this one is going to be in a senate where the dems are the majority.

they say trump isnt going to show up and thats too bad because under oath it would be fascinating to watch him do his best to tell the truth.

i dont know why they didnt ask me to help him get on the stand because i could do it easily.

macho men HATE being called out, especially by women.

if i was the dems i would have all the female members of congress who he has insulted and disrespected, and i would have them make a little video.

it would be called Dear MAGA.

it would go like this.

Dear MAGA,

for four years your president talked a good game. he promised you a wall, great jobs, better healthcare than obamacare… he even promised to release his taxes.

all lies.

he talks a lot for a guy who golfs a lot and doesnt work.

he called us names and tried to insult us, but look at us: we’re still here in Washington DC and not only is he gone but so is the Republican majority in the Senate.

behind closed doors we always said to ourselves, “trump is weak. he’s gutless. he’s a coward.”

and look at him now. hiding in his bunker. like a baby.

MAGA, your guy is too afraid of his own shadow to come back to the scene of the crime and tell us how innocent he is. he’s too chicken shhh to get on the stand, put his hand on the Bible he pretends to love, and tell us what really happened the day that his supporters busted down the doors and climbed into the windows and desecrated democracy.

he knows he’s guilty and he’s too afraid to look you in the eye and admit it, or look us in the eye and defend himself.

he is old, he’s fat, he’s balding, and he’s guilty.

and he knows this is something that your money can’t change.

donald trump is afraid of the truth.

and that’s why he is too cowardly to take the stand.

ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?

everyone knew they were coming.

the president said he was looking forward to seeing everyone there.

and they showed up and for some reason the national guard wasnt there waiting

for some reason the few capitol police who could do anything opened the gates and let them in

then when they were inside the cops didnt say much other than

happy new year

then hell broke loose

then all of congress had to hide

one congresslady was in a room with a bunch of republicans and they werent wearing masks

so she was all, excuse me, im going to go to a worse hiding place

with less room, but at least i’ll be around people with masks.

four people died.

one lady died because she was trying to bust through and a cop just shot her. dead.

another guy accidentally tasered himself and got a heart attack.

which is why i say this to you:

i love you.

im sorry im not always there for you.

im sorry im a fucking weirdo times infinity.

im sorry that i might freak out and freak people out sometimes

but what we all learned today was some people can get away with anything they want

they can go into secure areas, scale walls, assault officers

waltz into the speaker of the house’s anteroom and steal her mail.

and then walk back to their comped fancy hotel room.

what we learned is i am not one of those people who gets away with much.

which is ok.

today amber was all, im realizing you have a hard life.

i said nah.

she said yeah.

i said hard is sleeping in a tent right now under the hollywood freeway.

or worse:

wishing you had a tent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rYkRA0a7kE

Well, that wasn’t the intent of this administration to do a lot of good for us but the nature of this administration is good for us because now, you know, sometimes you think you’re where you’re not. Trump is letting you know where you really stand. And because of Trump’s way, he is an anomaly.

There’s never been a president quite like Mr. Trump. But there’s something that he’s doing. I’m going to come out in a few weeks and talk about it.

But Trump is destroying every enemy that was an enemy of our rise.

Who is the enemy of our rise?

Is it the Department of Justice where we get none?

Is it Congress where you make a law that favors us and then you turn around and destroy it?

Is it the media that has destroyed every Black leader that stood up for us calling us out of our name?

Martin Luther King suffered it. Malcolm X suffered it. W.E.B. DuBois suffered it. Marcus Garvey suffered it.

So he’s attacking the media, calling it “fake news.” I don’t think everything is fake.

But I know very well that we have been the victims of some fake news.

Now, the FBI? Go at it, baby. They’ve been beating the hell out of us ever since J. Edgar Hoover and the Counterintelligence Program of the U.S. government. So go ahead, Mr. Trump.

But here’s the problem. Mr. Trump, you have to be careful because I did say on a sister station that if we voted for Trump, he’s going to take America to Hell on a rocket ship. And America, he thinks, is gaining by the bullying, by the threats.

No, Mr. Trump, America is losing. And if America triggers the Third World War, which the Bible calls Armageddon, the America that we know, we shall never, ever know it again.

We really need to stop and check because you’re getting the country into deep trouble

the good news is he’s never truly been successful.

the bad news is he’s trying so hard right now to ruin everything.

the best news is the Lord is watching.

before the nukes start flying around let me tell you that this has been an amazing ride.

50 years ive gotten to watch this miracle of life and every day i have been fascinated.

the irony is the majority of these posts have been about me,

but really they are about how i feel like i fit in

or how i dont fit in.

it’s ok not to fit in, btw, indeed sometimes it’s great.

we still love the chainsaw even though it doesnt fit into the tool box

but for certain jobs it’s the best friend a one armed man fighting evil could ever have.

im grateful that i got to spend my life in the era that i did.

i got to see video games rise from Pong, i got to see computers rise from huge office machines to tiny “phones”

and best of all i got to see the Cubs win the World Series with my own two eyes.

along the way i got to kiss some of the prettiest girls in the whole universe,

i got to live while there was a black man in the white house

and i’ve even been lucky enough to be of aid to one or two people,

which the good book says is the purpose of all of this.

i love you and sorry this planet had to explode so quickly, for no good reason.

see you at the Big Arcade in the Sky.

xoxoxo

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