it wasnt a beautiful stadium.
it was generic, round, full of crappy astroturf, greecian, dull, drab, white.
some might consider it ugly.
but it was the home of the big red machine led by my baseball hero, pete rose.
i dont care if he bet on baseball. i hope bet on baseball. when i bought options of the dot com that i worked at i was betting on my team.
keeping pete rose out of baseball based on that antiquated rule makes as much sense as if the catholic church kicked a female parrishioner for dressing like a man. f baseball and f the catholic church.
friggin catholic convention here in the pits of hell. priests for days.
turns out that the Good Lord doesnt like it when you change his texts and include nuns no sex for priests and a laundry list of made up shit in the name of God.
and child molestation is even frowned upon down here.
they like creativity here more than youd think. which is why they like to punish with repetition.
poor joe strummer. got sent down here nearly right away. he’s been singing “straight to hell” non stop. i used to love that song.
it’s not coca-cola
straight to hell, boys.
straight to hell, boys.
nothing the demons like more than tearing down buildings.
lot of times they’ll tie up priests and put the explosives in all the typical places, then arrange the long fuses, set up the cameras and watch it over and over in slo mo later that night.
please take me home
the dreams keep coming. last night i was trying to gaurd shaq and it was one of those games where the refs had swallowed their whistles and shaq’s big fucking arm kept pounding me in the chest, and i wanted to flop but how do you flop? shaq will just step on you and crush you and cuz it was a dream i didnt remember that i was already dead. flop fucker, flop!
so i tried to get in a fight with him.
i told him that his momma made me dinner and sucked me off real good.
he just smiled.
i said she took out her teeth and gummed me good.
i told him that i said, gum me, grandma, gum me.
See me got photo photo
photograph of you
and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
shaq just steamrolled me harder.
i said dont be jealous, im sure she’ll give you some.
of you and mamma mamma mamma san
as riverfront smoldered we smoked menthols nibbled on devils food and listened to the muffled groans of the damned as the sun rose over the river.
King Solomon he never lived round here
Go straight to hell boys