Posted 3:19 PM by sport

Put Mom back in hospital, but this time it seems she'll be home quicker. My general plan of action is to be such a noodge… such a time-wasting pest… such a complete thorn in the doctors' sides that they finally do their job if only get rid of her and me. I hate them with passion untold. Auto mechanics will lie, cheat and neglect you as well, but as crooked as they are, their chicanery won't usually KILL you, and they don't strut around like a cross between Mike Love and Mussolini.

Looks like Island Ear is gonna run a piece about me and Uncle. Huzzah and Ring-A-Ding: Long Island acknowledges my existence! To accompany the article I sent a b/w drawing depicting yours truly sitting there eyeless and entwined with a cyclops-serpent. This is all laden with heavy symbolic meaning, and should never even be pondered without adult supervision.

The New York Daily News promises ink as well, which should go over big with a certain
Kabal of Kizzunts in Brooklyn, who probably have Pete's name and image copyrighted by now.

Now there is at least a stopgap image on the website sportmurphy.com for visitors to look at, yawn, and move on. Which can also be said of the way some visitors regard the Sistine Chapel, really, except more and better things are to come on my website, while Michelangelo is dead, so you could friggin' rot waiting for updates.

Apparently Amazon.com is taking pre-orders for Uncle. KRS was not yet set up for that at last report.

And that'll complete this boring blog entry.
The fuckers have not won yet.