I'm hoping roosters taste exactly like chicken, because my other neighbor just got a Mother Fucking Rooster.
Did I tell you the Bear had a stroke?
Don't worry it was long ago, and there are no obvious lasting effects other than (once in a while) she won't shut up about it.
It's January 18. The sun is shinning, but the air is cool...
Time for fucking fall in Gilbert, Arizona.
You would never know from reading this Bullshit, but I have a secret. I'm a registered Republican in the state of Arizona.
We often forget the impact we have on others. Here's a little reminder that came from The Boy (now age 29) through Facebook Messenger of what a shitty dad I am.
I'm infesting my Gilbert, Az, neighborhood like lime disease or rabies.
I tried to play volleyball, once. Nearly, got my nose broken (by the Bear) and almost got in a different fight.
It was early in our relationship. Shortly after I ate the tamale husks to impress the Savages.
As a parent, there are a few moments when you don't know whether to be pissed or to be proud.
Listen to this bullshit, and tell me which I should have been.
I have never trusted birds -- useless fucking things that just mock us with their ability to swoop down on our heads. But years ago something happened that changed my mind.
Phoenix, Arizona, where mighty rivers go to die.
Phoenix is a giant sandy sponge that soaks up all the fresh water from 5 states. The Salt and Verde rivers bring water from northern Arizona and New Mexico and run dry 30 miles short of Phoenix. The underground aquifers of the Santa Cruz, Gila, Agua Fria and New rivers drift into the Valley of the Sun.