Apparently, Murdering a woman you are familiar with is legal in California, if you are famous or known

I am back. My keyboard is a little messy, sticky, too. Oh, it is not what you think. That would be disgusting. Less so, if I was the one that did it, but still rather disgusting. I mean that shit would just get everywhere. No, it is from eating a grapefruit. The juice and the pulp just flies, baby. I really should clean up this keyboard. In fact, I will go do it now. It really needs it.

Well, as we head off into the sunset of this week, and September, I have only one thing to say. Given the mistrial declared in the Phil Spector murder case, I can say what I said much earlier. OJ Simpson, Robert Blake and now Phil Spector. If you are male and famous, obviously, it is okay to murder women you are familiar with. I can see no other explanation for that phenomena. I wonder how I could become famous and get the Wife to move to California with me.

Kidding! Jokes! Jokes! Shit, I have to be careful now. I write this, go to California with the Wife, only one of us comes home and suddenly I am a suspect and there is this shit, written in a joking manner, that can hang me and show PREMEDITATION. I am going to get the fucking chair like Scott Peterson and I did not kill anybody, let alone the Wife. I am also sure that any one of you would not think twice of ratting me out. So remember, when I get out.........

The other thing to say, on the Phil Spector front, is what the fuck is up with his hair? The old man grey afro was funny enough, but the Little Lord Fauntelroy thing he was sporting was too much. He needed an oversize lollipop to complete that look. The man was a musical genius, I will grant him that. He just cannot seem to get comfortable in his own skin. Then again, with hair like that, would be comfortable being around yourself, let alone being yourself? Ponder that one this weekend.

Seriously, look at his hair. He reminds me of a young Paul Rubens or even Pee Wee Herman, himself. That is not a look for anybody, let alone a grown man, pushing 70. His saggy balls hang down to his knees, but he has that hair style and color? What the fuck!?

Well, I am off to the Outlaws. Should be fun....NOT! There is no booze to ease this pain I will be feeling. Oh well, best to enjoy it while it lasts. Pretty good motto for life, too. Have a super weekend. Ciao!