Cold cold cold

What’s better than alcoholism in winter?

Technology will never replace alcoholism in winter.

Is there a path that does not include forgetting what’s important?

Comfort breeds bad habits because, well, anesthetics.

I just want to drink and drink and drink.

And come up with ideas.

The best things in life are a third glass of mezcal in darkening, rainless December plus progress on an idea.

All the promise of a new knee.

Would very much enjoy a little knee replacement surgery without an anesthetic because real man over here.

I’m vulnerable while I put together a dresser with no power drill.

Then I give my woman the old power drill (know what I mean) but it’s more like I give her the slow shaky pendulum (no meniscus on one side).

What would my meniscus remember?

Just abuse.

Just being leaned on and smushed down and told to keep working.

Now it’s nowhere to be found.

I can’t blame it for leaving.

Same as every woman but one.

I will not make a meniscus of her.

Protect her like she’s my head and eyes.

Parts central to my ability to consume alcohol.

Knee blew apart decades ago playing drunk basketball.

Turns out you’ll be in the air and misjudge how far the ground is and the speed you’re moving toward it.

I wish a cop would have pulled me over, like, called me off the court with his index finger making the c’mere motion and said Here son sit on this bench Your knee will thank me in the morning And by morning I mean the rest of your life with women and ideas of women and what makes a good man And would you like a job We’re hiring at the academy?

Imagine me a cop.

Up in your driver’s side window like If I get this wrong the internet won’t be none too gentle.

I have empathy for cops.

Even straight white male racist cops in suburbs with beer guts.

Even they lose limbs and loved ones.

Ever meet a racist, I mean a real stereotypical American racist, and think to yourself Man, I wish that person was happier?

Ever wish the President hit his head causing a bleed in his amygdala that made him an empath?

Or do you just wish him dead?

Dead dead dead.

If all the racists died we’d have to wait a generation for the trait to reemerge before having social media in any meaningful sense.

In the meantime enjoy your non-racist LLMs because training data.

I feel bad for Lavar Burton.

Must have been hard, training Data.

Like when Data was new on the job.

They would have labeled him learning disabled.

In a modern bureaucracy, they would have said of Data, Not a team player.

They would have given him all the difficult operational tasks and none of the power or influence and when a natural disaster occurred (say, a California fire) that exposed their leadership as performative (nonstop meetings and committees), costing infrastructural billions as well as lives, they would have gotten out of the way and let it all land on Data, and quietly interviewed for a senior management position at PG&E like nothing happened.

The viruses have taken over the body.

Nosotros. Minasan.

America the Immunocompromised.

Damn I’m getting old.

Old old old.

Drink drink drink.

Cold cold cold.

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