the idiot guitar god has taken wall-stomping to
a new art level. last night he gave us a wall-
stomping concert like never before.

i think that wall-stomping brings out the virtuoso
state of excellence for him. we had no idea that
he was so talented.

pathetic little shit.

the idiot imbecile monster, the guitar god fuckhead
is stomping on the wall with his boots on. stupid
little man. i do not think it is a drum machine.
i think he is on his back stomping on the wall.

how can somebody be this useless and unnecessary and
needy? stupid little shit! how many times has he done
this when people have complained about his bass
and guitar playing at concert volume?

he has enough money to rent rehearsal space. that much
is obvious. he has told me many times about his recording
studio. in fact, when he is playing in his studio we
do not hear that much. it is there, sure, but it is not
obstructive to our own listening of our own music, you
know?

but this poor little extroverted psycho is insisting on
being heard somehow, by somebody. my upstairs neighbour is
pacing and talking on his cell phone. he hears it much
louder than me. stupid little shit of a man.

some people have no idea whatsoever of what enoughness
feels like, what sufficiency feels like, what equanimity
feels like, what peace feels like. i feel so sorry for them.
the glamour trance is very destructive for the soul.

yesterday and the day before the idiot guitar
god has been increasing the volume of his guitar
and bass playing. needy and desperate little man.
how can someone be that needy and useless, i ask you?

he sounds totally lost and lonely. i think that he
should go down to one of the famous montreal stripper
bars and find someone who will pay some attention to him.
it does not really cost that much.

we do not need to listen to him, or want to listen.
pathetic little shit of a man.

you might not believe it, but i am one of those
old hippie weirdos who did not file an income tax
return for several years. i just have not had
a taxable income for long time. anyway, i am turning
sixty soon, so i need to get all that stuff in order.

the quebec gov't sent me a big chunk of $$ from tax
credit accumulated. it allowed me to take the ailing
cat, buster to the vet yesterday. he was very weak
and feeble. they did the whole bloodwork analysis and
confirmed that he has hyperthyroidism as the primary
pathology, but his heart is quite strong for his age.

he has had two doses of medication so far. and the
vet techs gave me a tutorial on how to inject electro-
lytes into his skin. they said that it would take
a month to see if the treatment needs to continue or
not.

they have always been impressed with buster's strong
spirit in that clinic. they love him!

his heart murmur has already decreased a bit overnight.
so far so good. i am very grateful to those lovely women
who work at the vet clinic.

i did not sleep very much last night. my cat, my rocksteady
companion of 9.5 years is having a lot of trouble with this
hot weather. he gets agitated and then very lethargic and
slow, followed by more anxious crying.

already this morning, the heat and humidity are mounting.
i suppose that i could go to the street mission and take
advantage of the air conditioning, but i do not like the
quality of air. i am super-sensitive to air conditioners.

we may hit a high humidex of 41 today, or 105.8 F. it is
very hard on elderly people, those with respiratory
trouble, etc.

buster might not make it through the day today. i would
rather stay at home with him. if i take some cold showers,
no doubt he will go lay down in the puddles to coolify
his body.

he still wants to cuddle. he just now laid himself against
my naked thigh as i sit cross-legged on the floor. he has
been such a good friend to me.

so needy, so useless, the stupid little shit of a man
who lives in the next building wants to give us a free
concert on his bass guitar.

he wants to make the walls shake. pathetic little man.
so needy, so useless!

i am so sure that the claustrophobia in his recording
studio is unbearable if he is by himself.

he thinks he can impress us somehow. like we will be
grateful for the experience of listening to him.
stupid little shit!

the immature, insecure, psychotic neighbour has been
playing his bass very loud again today. he knows that
the police are completely overworked and overwhelmed
with the student protests, and the crowd control over
in the park, as we get ready for the tour de l'isle
cycling event. he knows that noise complaints will
not get followed up.

a few years ago he left a message on my voicemail saying
that if we called the police that it would be war. "if
you want to go to war with me then go ahead and call
the cops."

i do not understand how somebody can be so needy
and so useless.

we had a good day doing food bank chores at the street
mission where i volunteer today. we had a good supply,
and the folks receiving the food were courteous and
grateful.

nice to relax back at the shack and hang out with all
of youse. but the imbecile who plays his bass at
concert volume is playing right now once again. i think
this is the second time today and this time it is quite
a bit louder.

stupid, needy, desperate, insecure little shit! he has
no idea what to do with himself if he is not in somebody's
face. useless and needy and creepy little man.

i know these blogs are boring to read. you have better things
to do. but i do feel better if i just let it blow out
like this.

the idiot neighbour who thinks he is a guitar god
is giving us a concert right now on his bass. he
thinks we have forgotten about him.

he does not need to play this loud. he has a soundproof
studio to play in. he told me about it many times.
he was quiet for a few days, but he is so vain and
desperate for attention i knew he would begin
to play loud again. just little by little he has
played louder and louder. pathetic, needy and
useless little man.