Breakfast in the McHolyland

[stilltrucking]

I got them McLatkes blues again.

[stilltrucking]

Let's eat
Damn I am hungry
What's for breakfast?

Wait a minute.
Are sure it is hunger you are experiencing
Could be existential despair, or stomach cancer

I could eat something and see if the feeling goes away.
Yum

[the mingo]

- laughter gets the blood into rhythm

[stilltrucking]

I may have a Budweiser instead
so I can say
I love you man.

[stilltrucking]

Only a few people get my sense of humor besides my siblings, not even homeboy all the time.

To tell you the truth, I hardly get it myself.

But is has helped me make it through some dark nights in the under- belly of the beast

I been waiting four or five hours after I attain consciousness to eat breakfast. Not so much to lose weight as to redo the consciousness that has brought me to weigh an eight of a tonne.

Up at four or five every morning, the best time of the day in SanAto is the early morning.

Another death in my boots morning trying to get Rusty to the clinic so they can neuter him.

I could not maintain my new regimen to day.

Cooked up a mess of fried matzos this morning for me and my baby sister, breakfast of champions. Brought The Bear (her husband) a cheese Danish.
to give us strength for the day.
it is her cat
but she has a husband to attend to today
so she asked me for the favor.

But I know her as well as a man can know a woman
she has plans to stick me with the cat after I pick it up from the A.D.L.
I have compassion for The Bear he was a big old friendly bear of a man till he married that she bear sister of mine.

I suppose that is what appeals to me about The Christ called jesus.

He knew women.

"if you could love Melissa you'd be Jesus in disguise."
---jitterbug the Spinoza of Jewtown.