The weekend the weekend as always too much damn work. Six more weekends and counting. I will soon have freedom, or something close to it.

A bit overwhelming but I am really looking forward to it.

This last Friday I enjoyed the pleasure of Roger's show, and the honor of pimping his merch. It was an altogether good time, including the after drinks. I enjoy after drinks after good times and dope ass poetry.

Quiero aprender a cantar como pimpinela. Ello tan tato. Yeah

Closer was a cool movie. The direction was pretty solid. It didn't show any of the real parts of relationship, just the prologue and epilogue. Not the actual story. Left me with many questions. I wonder what was the actual life like. I want to see more factors in the success and failure of these relationships. I didn't dislike the movie at all, but it wasn't in my opinion one of the best or awesome or anything. Just great, worth seeing. Advice: Please don't take anybody with whom you might've been through infidelity. It won't make them happy. One couple leaves fighting as the girl with the flower says out loud, "exactly what my boyfriend did to me".

I was just like wow. Whoa. Okay leave some of us are trying to watch the movie.

Sunday is Sunday with all its garbage glory. I haven't even had time to go to the park. That is just sad in my eyes. I know what awaits me in Mari's house, so my anticipation is lightening my load. Roasted chicken, stove top stuffing, what else could I ask for? Oh and a dope cigar I was saving for an especially fucked day.

I had to run like un pollo sin cabeza.

Tengo un cansancio del diablo ensima.

Or something like that.

The party is in two weeks, and I need everyone to pull together and give me a hand. Don't clap. That is not funny anymore.

I am thinking of putting together a show. If anyone has worked, or live around copious amounts of Dominicans give me an email. Or if you are Dominican that will be dope. Just some brain storming, before I lay down the plans.

That's it.

But it really isn't.
It is now today. Or tomorrow, but really today. Yes I got home and I didn't have energy to attempt to post this so let I just add some shit. First of all, the chicken, the gravy, the mash and the stuffing were all dope ass. Word.
Marisol made me feel nice another exhausting Sunday night. How hot is
that? Very.

Now it is time for "Only in the Bronx". Ladies, gentlemen, animals, today, this morning as I was walking to the train station to head back to the office, I saw a severed goat's head on
a corner. It was just lying over the gutter. It's horns were long and it's face emanated mad fear. I have never thought that I would see a severed goats head. It was on the southwest side of mosulou and grand concourse. I think that is the correct address, but it was there. I froze for a second, and my desire to reassure my sight led me to the back of the head to make sure it wasn't just a prop. There isn't even a meat market around, which leads me to believe that someone was playing with the darker side of magic. If I am not mistaken goats head are usually associated with darker magic. What kind of magic though? Since it is in the Bronx my first guess would be, Santeria, but I am reluctant to think that a Santero would dump it out in the street, unless the spell called for it. Or maybe it was some circle of wicca? Or even an unknown name. What ever it was it was both cool and sick to see a severed goats head. Now that I think about it, it might have looked like a skinny cow than a goat. The horns were long though. Shit I am on
the train and I am thinking that I should've taken a picture. I forget this phone has a camera. Oh well.

That is all. Really, it is.