Is there any video game better than Metal Gear Solid? The answer is "yes." It is called Metal Gear Solid 4 and Metal Gear Solid 5. But, that's not what we are here to talk about. Or, is it? I'm not sure... Wait, this is my fucking show and I can write about whatever the hell I feel like. Like, for instance, that my favorite vodka is Belvedere (fucking pay me! I'll drink and talk about your shit all day). It's so tasty, in a martini or my favorite, by itself. Sometimes, I even break my own rule (the only thing you mix/add to booze is MORE BOOZE) and drink it with some delicious La Croix pamplemousse. I know, I know. Apparently, hipster girls love La Croix. Well, shit, I've loved fizzy water (yes, that's what it's called) for the past 15 years, which goes back to the beginning of hipsters, so fuck that. Y'all can duck a sick... Wait, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, nothing...
But, as I watch MELON THE FELON PLAY MARIO 3, I realize that I didn't come here to talk about my favorite video games (Metal Gear Solid 4, Metal Gear Solid 5, Metal Gear Solid, Metal Gear Solid 3, Metal Gear Solid 2, Mario 3, in that order), but to talk about... well... OK, shit. I don't have much to talk about as my Meniere's has been playing nice this week and I didn't have any Asperger's breakdowns. Life's been good. My back did go out and caused me to be unable to move for two hours, but that is doing OK these days. But, fuck, I was in fucking agony. It was an hour before I could even physically move an inch. I laid on the living room floor (which needed a vacuuming for sure!) face down trying not to pass out from the pain. I was hard of breath of few times because of it. I tried to take some ibuprofen but hurt so bad I couldn't move my head enough to drink a gulp of water or throw back the ibuprofen. Luckily, it only lasted like 4 hours, then I medicated and felt a lot better. Like, could move around enough to go to bed. Then, I woke up and decided that I was going to be better and did. Or, it was a weird spasm thing and went away (well, I still feel it today but was able to do "normal people shit" like work, call people, eat food, walk around, poop, read the newspaper, drink wine, write a blog, play guitar, be sad, eat some cheese, with a Lactaid, of course, hire your PR company to promote your videos/tour, do some mixing on your solo record, mentally take stock of your vinyl and determine your next targets; you know, "normal people shit") once I drank a fuckload of water, took a fuckload of turmeric (anti-inflammatory) and slept a fuckload. Either way...
My lucks gone down ever since I started playing basketball again a couple months ago when I got my HARDEN 2S. Maybe a short (5'8" on a good day), half-white guy who can't jump (thanks Injun blood) isn't meant to blow up the court but still, it shouldn't ruin my body and ear. Just a coincidence that I buy the shoes of a guy I'm not a fan of (he's fantastic as a player but I hate the Rockets offense) and suddenly my health goes to pot. Or, I'm thinking of this way too much.
Speaking of too much, have been questioning my Asperger's a lot lately. I know that I know things, but for some reason, I don't trust myself. Not sure what happened but all of the sudden I can't make decisions and shit like I normally do. It's fucked up for someone who is always sure of everything all the time always (30 ROCK, ANYONE?). But, it could be the mercury retrograde hippie bullshit. Or, I could just be adjusting to getting out of this nearly 3 month long Meniere's issue (clogged ear, intermittent dizziness/vertigo, increased tinnitus, vision problems, etc.) which is getting better due to my chiropractic visits and lame diet (low sodium, low sugar, low alcohol, low caffeine, small meals, no packaged/processed foods), at least that's what I believe. And, that's really all the matters, right?
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