Unforeseen amenities and the proper use of the slow turn

I don't mean to be rude but the Cup is on -- this ain't gonna happen very often for the next month or so.
I stand on that place where water and steel collides. Push me. Bury me in that grave that makes no sound. Don't mark it. I am happy with whatever has past me. Through me and above me -- Jacques, we are not gonna change a damn thing but we are gonna make sure we live decently enough so that the day we expire it will be a good day to die and moreover, a day when we slept well. Sleeping well is a lot more than rest -- it is honesty, decency, loyalty, allowance for the Phoenix to rise, and the code. Use the slow turn even if you have to pass me the fuck out. I've been down in the shit and I'm still here. Maybe I'll turn into a highway man but I don't got the soft touch Cash did. It don't matter. All that matters is the camaraderie of futból, a cold drink, a woman who treats you nicely, and your friends and family (liquid and tangible).
I'll recap the weekend quickly, cuz I ain't got no time for specifics: Friday was a failure for detoxing but I did swim in Fabiola's pool. Saturday was Meli D's art show and it went incredibly well! That girl's got her head on straight and she matters! Nothing but love for you baby... you are beautiful! Chris L took the hop on over to the European Union where we hope their respective leaders take over from Jesse and my assisted shenanigans... hung out with Sarah and had a good time. Lived in a tornado for a bit but I'm unscathed. Sunday I did the Hialeah BBQ three-number street code thingamabob with the always beautiful Bex and Missy and I even got home at a decent hour. Meaning: when the Sun hit me Monday morning -- it wasn't that bad. And on that note we'll say this much: if ever in transit and you think you see a bug, it's not there. If ever slumbering away and a capybara named Tahoma tells you of a bathroom that's as big as your head, disbelieve it. If ever you find yourself in close proximity of people who matter, buy them another fucking round.
If they matter then, they are always gonna matter. Humanity in the general sense... you can keep it. Humans who operate outside of the generalities of that confine will be the ones who drop flowers into that tomb that will not sound. Today, tomorrow, yesterday. All of them good days to die.