This  morning started with my usual Breakfast of Champions: two Vyvanse, a pickled egg and a cup of coffee. The only thing missing is a high octane energy drink, but that shall surely come. Whatever gets you through the night or day I say. I didn’t write anything  that day.Thought a lot about it. Curled  up in a ball, lied and bed and confined myself to my thoughts as is my usual fashion. Today breakfast du jour was a Java energy drink, two Vyvanse and a half pack of smokes. I’m going to go on a health kick. I’m 65 years old now. I came to Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada ten years ago as healthy as a horse, still a man reminiscent of the stud of his youth. In 2013 I was diagnosed with prostate cancer which thankfully is in remission as well as diabetes. However, my mobility is impaired and I have a small basketball for a belly with sticks for arms and legs. I reckon I look like a pregnant spider. Of course this blog is in its infancy and will go through growing pains. ...

 Canadian punk band Fucked Up covered Cardboard  Brains “I Want To Be A Yank” from the 1977 White EP. A version of their cover is on CBC Music. Here is the original:

The concept of reinventing oneself appeals to me. After enduring prolonged despair and adversity, I cling to the belief that I can escape my afflictions and constraints to thrive. A dim light within my soul insists that despite my age and frailties, I can still grasp happiness, health, and self-actualization. A New Day Has Dawned. The phrase resonates with me. Today, I am unwell. The cause is unclear, but a discomfort lingers in my gut. Simultaneously, my mind wrestles with the chaos that has plagued me for over two decades. Optimism may seem illusory, yet my quest for joy is unyielding. While I may not always find it, my desire for it remains insatiable. Murder Mayhem Madness. The title is bold, and I inwardly smile at the reactions it provokes. Yet, it fittingly encapsulates the essence of my tentative memoirs. It's as sensational as it is factual. A New Day Has Dawned. I just like the sound of it. I don’t know what it is but there is an uneasiness in my gut. In conjunction my mi...