Transfusion days are always a waste because the whole process leaves me feeling a little spacey and out of it.

Damn I ran out of words fast. Prepping for the story telling gig is kind of a distraction from writing new material. You’d think I’d get better at this after a few years but I have not. At least the time management part. Anyway time to close the laptop and get tipsy while watching mediocre TV

this website has to engage in a ridiculous discourse about whether or not it is good every 8 days. so i think we can clear it up. it is not good. it is largely annoying. many people on here are antisocial weirdos. but im posting with my pals on it. so net positive.

It’s wild that roughly half of the active users on this text based microblogging website can’t or won’t read the actual article but will get incredibly angry about what they think was said.

Since I’m on my shit again lemme be 100% clear. Southern culture is largely black culture. The music, literature, and food of the American South was greatly influenced by African slaves. Black folks shaped my culture despite not being accepted in it and they deserve recognition and respect for it

Anyway…for no reason at all… youtu.be/nESCmTUJPdQ?...

Folks really don’t want to talk about how Vermont, Maine and New Hampshire are essentially white ethnostates. Or why white Massachusetts realtors showed my southern white family houses in 90% white towns but never in nearby and cheaper Brockton.

The bit about the E4 mafia stays but I think I’m gonna leave off the “war story/fairytale” joke. Dunno if it fits my story well enough and the saved time will let me be a little more folksy in my presentation.

Forgot I had a #WIPSnip for today. Today Spc4 Johnson reflects on why Tripler Army Medical Center is painted pink. #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

2hrs worth of transfusion today so ask me anything. I got shit else to do but nap.

Also this old boomer fuck is sitting in this room listening to the local news on his TV at full volume and good lord y’all…

Ok they’re fucking with me right?

I gotta do a blood draw at the VA and good lord they got like ten vials here. They taking ALL the blood.

God reading the comments on a pop music accounts post about old country lyrics is fucking annoying. Im sorry Bobby Bare couldn’t cram everything about southern politics 1920-1964 into one upbeat 3 min track.

I’ve been seeing these clips of the Deepwater Horizon movie and you’d think Mark Wahlberg would have the worst Louisiana accent in that movie but you’d be wrong.

If this makes sense to you, or if it confuses you and you’re intrigued. I’ll be telling the story live this Thursday at the Foxboro performing arts center at 7pm mrpac.art/foxtales

Think my story is finally locked in. Kept the part about the E4 mafia. Had to lose the bit about rain turtles. May have room for the war story/fairy tale joke we’ll see tomorrow.

Junior Food Mart Downtown Abita Springs, Louisiana. It’s gentrified now so I’m not blowing up some other redneck kids spot.

Just sitting in the pediatricians office holding a plastic cup full of pee and math homework. Man this dad life shit sure is glamorous and exciting.

The thing about posting little snips of work is it would be fun if it weren’t also the quickest way to find a typo or sloppy sentence that my brain has been ignoring for literally months.

Eh why not. In today’s #WIPSnip Private Greene finds his motivation. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Ok murder ballads by the Everly Brothers is not helping my mood let’s see what some Otis Redding can do.

I’m hugging the next morherfucker who violates my personal space. Clearly that’s what they want. Either that or a fucking fight. Why else would they push past me to get at a paper towel dispenser when there’s a working one right next to them?

Empty machines left and right but for some reason the rich white lady has to grab weights off of the machine I’m using. Made worse by the fact that she went to the empty bench for the next set of weights.

Can’t make the “difference between a war story and a fairy tale joke” can’t explain the E4 mafia, six minutes is not enough fucking time to do my stories justice.

Y’all fucking explain to me how this story is longer than my last story despite being the same fucking word count!

Block block blockity block. Dunno why strangers think I wanted attention when I posted from a locked account but there’s an easy solution.

Anyway…Brisket got over the stall so we may be on track.

Well that fucking escalated huh. Now we’re past muting and on to blocking.

Anyway…homemade BBQ sauce. Carolina mustard.

All my internet friends are cool but those people out there are fucking crazy people.

Like come on man, these motherfuckers can’t read right? I do not understand how I’ve managed to piss these dudes off.

You know what…it’s been fun and all but it’s about time to mute the thread or lock down reposts if I’m gonna be catching heat for what I thought was a pretty mundane statement.

I’ve never used Reddit what does this fucking mean?

I do not understand why dudes are getting mad at me about the Costco post. Really don’t get why this is the one getting heat because I know I’ve said a lot more fucked up shit.

For the absolutely shocking number of new followers here, field to table cooking is a huge part of my culture and in my opinion part of what makes life worth living. in-the-pines.ghost.io/bayous-and-b...

My dad worked way too much when I was a kid so on the rare occasions that we got to hunt and were successful, we’d field dress and quarter and send it to a processor to butcher and make sausage Having done it myself now I really prefer it that way. I like to be hands on at every step til the table

Brisket is stalled but smoked green onion and venison sausage was ready so I’m having a snack and a (NA) beer.

Oh God I saw “Costco Spouse” referenced in the wild by someone I don’t follow and who doesn’t follow me and now I’m scared.

Reading through the FAR too many quotes and I’m beginning to think half these people assume I don’t like going to Costco with my wife which is odd because that’s the exact fucking opposite of what I wrote.

Aright which one of you dickbags turned me into discourse while I was at the grocery store?

Maybe they should fund a fucking library about it or something.

Ironically my story for this weeks Foxtales is about the painful consequences of fucking around in Hawaii.

Let me be perfectly clear: Hawaii got hands. Every bar, restaurant, beach, and hotel has a 5’5 dude in board shorts tucked away that can materialize on demand to put people to sleep. You will never see it coming. And that dude has 53 cousins of various size on call.

Nice! There’s a cool ass green hummingbird flitting around my back porch.

As a Sheriffs Deputy when you respond to a burglar alarm and find an open door you have to search the house and the number of houses I found with a closet full of illegal fireworks was less than zero.

Stumbled on a Reel where a guy was going around Costco asking other dudes “Scale of 1-10 how much do you like coming to Costco with your wife?” and every dude but one said “zero.” Gents what the fuck is wrong with you? I don’t like Costco, but it’s a lot more fun with my spouse than without.

Anyway I’m telling a story live at the Foxboro Performing Arts center in Foxboro MA Thursday at 7pm there might still be a few tickets available. share.google/GWiUm7EgpMSs...

It probably says something about me that my storytelling gig is this week, I’ve been working on the damn story for a month, and last night I got high, threw it all out and started over.

Weird how Ryan Grim loves MTG considering he was a day one booster of Graham Platner’s campaign.