Monthly Bullet Points

MonthlyBanner

S’up y’all,

Last month, almost immediately after posting the first monthly bullet points—and promising to do so on a monthly basis—I regretted it; because it dawned on me that my life ain’t that interesting. I’m no double O fucking seven; the hell am I gonna write about? But a writer’s gotta write. Fear not dear reader; I will not be quoting Chipotle paper bags –maybe next month 🙂

I’m plunging into a new story. This one’s about a kick ass cop (she has MMA aspirations) and a serial killer. With special appearances by Ronnie ‘Caradura’ Bermudez and his friend Desmond Laffite, both characters from the short story ‘Lizards Lounge’ (to those of you who have read my collection of short stories Black Pills & Red Bullets. These cats will be familiar to you) the piece might be a short novel or novella; I don’t know yet because I don’t do outlines, I like to enjoy the ride, I like to be surprise. So the story will end when it ends. Plus, I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to finish it, since life tends to get in the way of these things. Stay tune though.

A pain in the neck known as tax time in America has come and gone. I don’t understand why the IRS doesn’t make this process a little easier for us mere mortals. The other day I learned that in some parts of the world the government sends their tax payers a text message with a summary of what the person made, what the person paid, what’s owed etc. The tax payer reviews it; all the taxpayer has to do is punch a yes or no key, then press send—and that’s it. Come on IRS get on that bus!

Does it bother you when folks throw around the word genius all wheely neely? It bothers me plenty, because the word loses its impact, its meaning. On Thursday April 21st I woke up late (as per usual) turned on the news while having a hookers breakfast (coffee and cigarette) then, the well coiffed newsman threw a cold bucket of water at me by announcing that tried and true musical genius Prince passed away. It was in chock, I refused to believe it, but it’s true. I’m reminded of an anecdote I read somewhere about the song ‘Kiss” It was written by him in one night; overdubs, vocals—no bass—everything. He was going to give it to a band call Mazarati, but he didn’t. The song ‘Kiss’ became a smash hit. Imagine that; a huge hit from a song that some in the industry would considered a demo. That solo in ‘Purple Rain’ still gives me goosebumps and hits me in the feels. I can’t believe he’s gone. Nothing compares to you Purple One, nothing.

By the time this post tenderly caresses your lovely cherubic eyes; the news about the Panama Papers will be just another blip in the forgotten news cycle. That is; until it happens again—and it will. For a brief overview of the Panama Papers: SuedDeutsche.de/English

On Wednesday April 6, 2016 on his 79th Birthday; one of the last and true country outlaws. The poet of the common man, passed away. The one and only Merle Haggard. I cued up ‘Workin’ Man Blues’ ‘Momma Tried’ ‘Pancho and Lefty’ ‘If We Make It Through December’ ‘Okie from Muskogee’ and ‘Sing me Back Home’ I lifted a glass of Jack Daniels and cheered a man who stuck to his guns, and lived by his own rules.… Cheers old man, cheers.

Boy, do I miss pizza rat. That little rodent going down them stairs like: “This here slice is all mine, get yer own ya bums!” Sure brought some cheer to the city that never sleeps  sweeps  .

What a year huh? Lemmy Kilmister, Natalie Cole, David Bowie, Glenn Frey, Merle Haggard, and Prince. Plus; Soul singer Billy Paul, best known for his hit ‘Me and Mrs. Jones’. Y’know what? Fuck you 2016, so far, you’ve been nothing but a bitch and the half.

Okay, let me chill down a bit yeah? Even though the Philly Phanatic is my favorite mascot…Go Mets! (ya bums).

Thank you for reading my ramble.

Later skater.    Beatrix Kiddo Avatar

Share this on...Share on FacebookTweet about this on TwitterShare on RedditShare on Google+Share on Tumblr

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *