February and the King's cup

A gloomy winter day in the southern United States but this is one last gasp before I seek replenishment in the west and the golden state. Goddam, I sound like the president last night whom I didn't listen to but that's what the synopsis of his diatribe brought for me. "I'm going to start doing the things everyone said I should have been doing all along and see if that works." Some state of the union. Anyway, this is a positive rant even though I am embedded at home with a virus of some sort. No matter because I feel my inner defenses (D- cardboard picket fence! Yuck) gathering for a fight and then I'll count to infinity twice like Chuck Norris (Check out Chucknorrisfacts.com) . Later this evening I'm going to participate in a fast food focus group for $75!! There's your state of the union. I guess they expect me to spend my 75 on more fast food. I'll try to prove them wrong as they haven't figured out that microwave burritos come in ten-packs for three bucks now so a bum can live pretty tasty if he can put his hands to a microwave. I'd like to think that Henry Miller would give me a nod for that one as I now search for my own handouts of all varieties in the former land of opportunity which keeps me for now. There are a great many cheap pleasures to be had and this spin of Fortuna's has me scraping my back on the pavement so I piece together an existence which gives as much satisfaction as many I've known and I find solace in being a speck of crud in a godless void. I don't think many people actually know what makes them happy or they're afraid of it. Nevermind, let's just make the next king the King of cups.
On a family note, my cousin Francisca in Santiago, Chile has given birth to Simon Hunter who has a lovely cousin of his own, Jacinta (pictured, who belongs to my cousin Felipe) Long may he reign!