rainy days

cold and wet here in sin city, bedraggled and drenched whores under the awnings looking for a dry fuck somewhere. streets are flooded washing away the city grime and all the used needles.

we have more illegal pain pills here in vegas than in any other city according to something i read a month or so ago. we are a lortab kind of town. a lot of pain here, might as well stay medicated.

poker rooms are full though so money is still flowing into ye old bankroll. so let it rain, let it rain and don't let me die in the winter.

hopefully spring is just around the corner and i can get back in the pool and do some laps. we are going to put the diving board back up this year but it will probably be more for show than for my use, i surely would hurt myself, just not as cordinated as i used to be.

in the "our father", the word for father should have been translated as "source" taking the personality out of it. the word "heaven" could be translated as "expanding everywhere." so then it becomes "our (my) source which are everywhere"
big difference.