Onionheart's Blog - page 25

the pathetic, needy, psychotic guitar god neighbour
gave us another concert last night around midnight.
He sounded angry and unhappy. not the bass guitar,
but the lead with effect pedals this time.

he stopped suddenly, so it may be that one of my
neighbours called the police. he is afraid of the
police. he told me that if we called police it
would be war. "do you want to go to war with me?"

he is a nasty little puke so unhappy unless he is
the center of attention. unhappy little shit.

i have to repeat it many times: the ling zhi mushroom
from china is my best friend in the entire universe,
since forever. especially at this time of year i
realize how much of a difference it has made in my
silly little life.

it used to be that i was a hopeless allergy sufferer
when the springtime dust and snow mould, etc. starts
to blow around. i would take time off work and just
suffer at home, and be incapable of running or of
working out hard. coughing, sneezing, head pain,
fever, etc. for many days.

i ran for the first time yesterday. i walked on the
mountain of love for one hour first, then came back
to my shack and changed into running gear. i ran
intervals of a minute or two, followed by walk for
30-60 seconds, then finished with a four minute steady
bop run. walked for ten minutes after that.

my legs feel pretty good today. i walked to chinatown
and back, about 2.5 miles. my herbalist was in good
form and put together a package of herbs that are
traditionally used for change of season.

wonderful sunshine and up to 10 degrees on the cen-
tipede scale. no long underwear, man!

i have been at the street mission doing chores
since early this morning. i came home and was
hoping for a little nap with my cat, buster.

but the idiot guitar god next door has decided
that we need a concert. he started playing just
very quietly, but then changed his jack so that
he was no longer playing in his soundproof studio.
he plays louder and and louder gradually.

when he plays in his studio we have no complaint.
we all get along, and there are several people
in our building who are dedicated musicians.
the other day someone came to my door and apologized
for playing loud. they had someone over and they
were rehearsing for a recital. that is the
neighbourly standard that we all live by. this is
a very creative neighbourhood and we all play music.

but the man in the next building is very
insecure and unstable. he tries to dominate
the acoustic space in all directions and tries
to impress us with his virtuosity. pathetic little
shit, nasty little psychotic monster.

he does nothing to improve the neighbourhood. he
is useless and needy and desperate for attention.

normally every saturday is a workout day. i like to
keep some semblance of order in my workout schedule,
especially as i am closer and closer to the days when
i begin running in the big wooded park beside my shack.
i can't wait to get out there to run in the muddy mud mud.

but the street mission where i volunteer has major big
financial trouble right now, and we have to hustle to
try to raise funds. so we are going to do what is called
a "guignolée". you wait for cars to stop at the inter-
section and walk around from car to car with your
buckets. people throw change into the buckets.

we can give it a st. patrick's day theme, all of us
wearing green and carrying signs that identify our
mission, right there at the corner. st. patrick's
day is a very big thing in montreal. the parade that
montreal hosts is the second biggest on the continent,
right after chicago.

apparently close to 45% of quebecois families can trace
irish ancestry in the family tree.

so, anyway, i will sacrifice my workout in the woods
in order to help raise $$$ for our operation.

So, anyways, my cat and i were just relaxing and listening
to music. I almost always have CBC Radio One going. i switch
around to SRC Espace Musique and english radio two, you know.

After all this discussion about the resignation of one pope
and the process of choosing a new pope, my cat, named Buster,
comes over and says to me "would you be disappointed if i
joined the Catholic Church? If i converted to Catholicism?"

Needless to say i was stunned speechless. He has never
shown any interest in religious discussions before.

But now that i think of it, i realize that his point of
view is not the same as mine. He says Catlick instead
of Catholic. He says da Catlick Choich, as if he was
from Brooklyn, you know. He seems to think it is all
about cats. He is talking about the Catlick Church.

He is not the brightest cat in the world, but he has
been a faithful companion for more than eight years.
And he was at least ten years old when he came here
to live in my shack with me.

Wednesday is usually a workout day. But I had a dental
appt. just after lunch, so i decided to do my walk and
workout this morning. It was a nice change of routine.
I wore my running shoes with crampon spikes, so i could
walk with considerable zoom factor. I even ran a little bit.

Soon the sap will be flowing. I can feel it as my rooster
stands at attention as I look at all the horny people
here in NN. rock on, you naked people. Spring is coming.

The idiot guitar neighbour decided that we needed a
concert, and he finished playing just a few minutes
ago. he played for more than 30 minutes and was most
definitely not in his soundproof studio. He wanted
people to hear him play. He is afraid that we have
forgotten about how important he is. Probably he
will play another concert later on.

Needy little shit. Desperate for attention. Useless
little man, pathetic little shit.

The anaesthetic is gone from my jaw now. The women
at the dental clinic took such good care of me.
I am very grateful for their good work.

I have my drastic plastic teeth, and my last real teeth
are in good order. Old cowboy is happy.

march is the month when spring happens, isn't it?
we still have to get through beaucoups of snow. we
are going to get the remains of the big storm that
went through the american midwest. this city is
ridiculously beautiful in deep snow.

i had such a delicious and luxurious sleep last night,
almost nine hours. and it was the second time that
i have slept for three nights without beer.

i am soon to go out for a good power walk, and
then come home and do pushups and abdos. i feel
good like i know i should. i will no doubt enjoy
some strong beer tonight.

my chinese herbalist has been taking very good
care of me. he knows that i cannot afford the
wintertime tonics, and gives me great deals.

i am gonna be so ready when the ice & snow is
gone and i can get out there and run in the
muddy mud mud. my legs are ready to run. there
are at least 3 weeks left, but i am changing
my workouts on the mountain of love to get
my legs ready.

last night i slept without alcohol, and that was
the third night in a row. i have slept two nights
in a row now three times. overall, in the past
10 days, i have probably had about 700 ml of
10.5% beer.

it was not that long ago that i needed 700 ml of
beer in one night in order to stay asleep, consumed
throughout the night.

i do enjoy drinking alcohol, but i do not enjoy
the obligation to drink in order to sleep.

i slept very well again for the second consecutive
night without the help of extra strong beer. i got
up once to piss around 5:30 a.m. pretty good for a
geezer like me.

i have to give big time recognition to the ling zhi
mushroom, and also to the acupuncture that i got
last summer. the whole problem began with the
sleeping pill Zopiclone when i had a dual invasion
of scabies and bed bugs.

i have not had a bed bug bite for at least 2 weeks,
maybe 3 weeks. i have not seen any living bugs for
many days. they come and go in waves, as new bugs
hatch. but i have been using the non-poisonous
application of diatomaceous earth. i put the powder
on the carpet and into the furniture everywhere.
it takes a while, but it is a very effective treatment.

the angle of the sun coming in the window is very
encouraging. spring is coming. soon i will be running
on the sloppy, muddy trails on the mountain of love,
laughing like a mad man.

i feel good like i know i should.
look at all these naked bums!

i slept again last night sans alcool, deep
and peaceful, for almost nine hours.

in the past 80 hours i have consumed only
225 ml of 10.5% beer. i still have 275 ml
in a jar in the fridge going stale.

if i can put three consecutive nights together
without any boozilogical assistance, then i
will go back to my occasional drinking and
consider the chapter closed.

i did enjoy laughing and carousing with the
funky monk sometimes, but now i am just very
grateful.

so i am gonna look around at all the naked people
for a while, but i also gotta get started on
some borsht - i got cabbage, beets, carrots,
onions, garlic, beans, frozen corn, bay leaf,
fresh dill weed. i even got sour cream. come
on over for some soup!