it rained here, and thundered, and lightninged

trump facesthe house shook, the roof made noises

the squirrels bailed. the birds flew to florida.

but the best was when the skies darkened like the smoke monster in Lost.

perfectly nice gray got covered with a thick phalanx of fuck you black.

it was a tremendous parade of doom.

and unlike when that happens in LA, here in Illinois it paid off: it poured.

the thunder bellowed and the lightning struck trees and billy goats and volkswagons and corn fields.

my mom told me to get away from the windows but what are the gonna do, shatter and scar my pretty face?

the indians didnt run from the plate glass every time the angry gods raged.

we were headed to ginos east pizza, the finest in the land, but first we needed to stop at the drug store for iphone cables and rum. dicks were outta both. so walmart it was.

but mom had a better idea, lets speed back home asap and wait.

i really wanna uber a lot more than i currently do so i can buy her a new car but she likes her crossover SUV and today i realized why: weather. theres actual weather here and it’s nice to have big wheels to go through the puddles and potholes and snow and the fallen.

i wanted her to have an electric compact car or something but shes right, you need an actual vehicle in these parts. something that can take a punch. but something that will fit in your garage too. she chose well a decade ago and i hope to get her into a safe and sound vehicle soon, but right now shes cool, which is good because my hands and arms are appreciating this rest from eight hours of tap tap tap and three hours of driving.

i probably shouldnt even be blogging right now

but momma didnt raise a quitter neither.

a shout out to my lucky stars

poor muslim boycoming back home once a year helps me gain a bit of perspective, as do apps like Time Hop and Facebook’s newish On This Day.

it helps me realize how fortunate i have been in the 108 years since ive been stumbling around this crust and i want to say thank you to my mom, my friends, all of the nice people behind the scenes at McDonalds and in tv networks.

youve all given me such a rich life where pretty girls kiss my cheek and big companies fill my bank accounts.

one of the humbling things about living in the Information Age is your really see how other people live and some are riding high and some are having a tough time just going to school. yesterday i saw a picture of a dad with blood covering his face running through the streets with his little kid and then i saw a copy of a letter from that school in Texas who arrested the young Muslim kid for building a clock to impress his teacher and the teacher thought it was a bomb.

theres been drama in my life too but nothing like that. in many ways i am just a dude who grew up in the suburbs who got called nigger a few times but big whoop, i was able to literally kick the asses later of those who bullied me and then moved on with my life.

no seriously one day at school i saw one of the kids bending over to get books out of his locker an i kicked him as hard as i could and ran out to an awaiting school bus.

rarely are we afforded such opportunities in life, but sometimes i feel like i have been able to get those more than others. and i am grateful.

for example once in college i was fired and later banned by the editor in chief of my school paper and a few months later was awarded a trophy for the best arts editor in california. how am i not to believe that there are angels looking out for me?

likewise yesterday after this kid was arrested and suspended for building a freaking clock the president of the usa invited him to the white house and twitter offered him an internship.

with so many sad stories swirling around, it’s so nice to see that sometimes evil doesnt prevail, flaming lips, and i am a witness to that first hand.

i dont know why. but i am thankful.

so thank you.