The Bloody Doors Off

“Kathy, I’m lost”, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America

America, Simon and Garfunkel

Sometimes you just gotta throw off the shackles and say, “What the fuck.”

I bought a steak from the Minden butcher shop. A nice rib eye.

Cooked it perfectly.

Also grilled some turkey burgers and impossible burgers.

So far, no complaints.

I have no idea what I’m doing.

And I don’t care.