"June"

These three evenings a week when I have my second walk of the day and then sit up late drinking and watching shows with my younger brother are almost brutal.

I am now unsure, but it may have been as late as 9:28 p.m. when I left here yesterday on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore, withdrawing $200 along the way. I had lain down for an hour or so beforehand, well feeling the can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol) that I had drunk earlier.

Upon rising with some desperation when I realized how much time had passed, my vision was as blurred as if I had been lying face down and directly upon my eyes, but that was not the case ─ I believe that I was strictly on my right side.

The store closes at 11 p.m., so I wanted to arrive there well before then in order to have time to leisurely shop. I was to have to walk apace.

My vision issues lasted just about the entire distance. I think that I'm just breaking down ─ my 74 years are becoming more than I can overcome from the ageing standpoint.

I did not buy much ─ I wasn't interested in a punishing load to haul back.

Back home, I was to find my younger brother passed out in front of the T.V. Even after I came upstairs and took my time changing clothes, and then came back downstairs to join him, he remained unconscious despite me taking over the T.V. to put our Android TV Box into action.

I played Riverdale ─ the fifth season finale episode 19 ("Chapter Ninety-Five: Riverdale: RIP (?)"). My brother remained unconscious until most of the episode had played, and then he embarked upon a continuous monologue of commenting that was blessedly in such a low register that to my ears it was little more than gargling ─ bloody annoying, but not too distracting, since there was nothing I felt myself having to actually comprehend whether I consciously wanted to or not.

He drinks himself into senility.

I next hunted up American Ninja Warrior ─ the second two-part episode of the current season 16. Just as I was set to begin playing it, my brother muttered "nothing too long" ─ but in my estimation, he had no say after being unconscious for about an hour since I had been home from my walk. If he was still tired, then pass out again, or go on to bed properly, for Pete's sake.

As it was, the episode did divide itself nicely after almost an hour, so I was able to cancel out at the precise break, and we were to finish watching it this morning. It was approaching 2 a.m. last night, so even for me it was too late to continue with the show.

Honestly, I now cannot recall when it was that I got to bed. I hope no worse than 3 a.m. And I think that I only added two more cans of Cariboo Malt to my drinking total.

Still, I felt rather wasted this morning, waking much too early and then having to struggle for further sleep. I finally rose well ahead of 8:30 a.m. My brother didn't emerge from his bedroom until at least an hour later, so I was in full possession of the T.V. by then.

When he joined me, I led us off with a 21-minute video published earier today at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Trump Alive, Biden Dead?; Queen Kamala and DEI debacle on Shadoe Davis.

My hot topics interview with Shadoe Davis.

It was actually quite a fun show!

We watched a couple of other very short videos that I will not mention, as well as another old (uploaded July 5, 2019) video at YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Off Grid Life | Fencing with the Sheep.

Episode forty, in which we're building a fence around our yard

I also watched a 51-minute (51:55) video uploaded April 2 to YouTube's Java Discover | Free Global Documentaries & Clips channel: Thailand's Sex Trade: Return of the Sex Tourists Endangering Children | Documentary.

As soon as Thailand reopened its borders to tourists, the pedophiles returned. And as poverty in the country has worsened, the successes achieved in the past decades in the fight against pedophile sex tourism are now on the line.

Officially, the child prostitution that once existed in Pattaya has ended. But according to child protection agencies and the deputy police chief “the children who are being abused are getting younger and younger, and the violence that is being done to them is getting worse and worse.”  

We investigate how the so-called ‘normal’ sex tourism creates structures in the red light districts that acutely endanger children. We speak to the European men who equate paying for sex as a kind of ‘aid’ and hear the point of view of the women forced to sell their bodies.  We also follow a case of a German tourist, who allegedly had sex with prostituted children in a bar. But to the surprise of the Thai police, he was able to leave the country by paying a 50,000€ bribe. Surprisingly, he agrees to speak to us and admits to the bribe but claims he could not get a fair trial in Thailand.

This documentary was first released in 2023.

I am unsure how much bed rest my brother got before he left for the day to socialize, for I was napping when he departed.

I was pretty much resigned to not sunning today because the morning was primarily overcast, but when I rose from my nap considerable clearing was taking place. I wasn't feeling too well anyway. But around 3 p.m. I decided that there no longer was sufficient excuse, so beginning at 3:02 p.m. or so I put in around 1¼ hours.

It seemed to cloud up again a while later, and then went through another clearing process.

I plan a wee a.m. walk that I would like to try and rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for, so I shall not be having a late evening.

To that end, the intention was to watch an episode of a series I follow on T.V. while enjoying a couple of cans of brew. I had just gotten into it and was mostly through a can of Cariboo Malt, when I saw my brother's van showing up.

That forced me to shut everything down and hasten upstairs.

The show was FBI: International ─ the premiere episode ("June") of season three.

Wrestling with how to make that can of beer's sacrifice matter, I then resolved to watch the remaining bulk of the episode here on my bedside computer. And the source I used was this link at VK.com that played flawlessly.

I also drank a can of cider. I know the alcohol helped, but I found this episode to be emotional for me. The scenario in which athletic agent Andre Raines (excellently played by Carter Redwood) was under threat of having to have a leg amputated deeply affected me.

I would hope that I would choose death in that situation. It's one reason that I sometimes feel I should live alone ─ it is easier to die alone than to do so with others immediately involved.

Apparently the episode was the 'swan song' for actress Heida Reed (Agent Jamie Kellett). No truly good reason is given for writing her out, but I cannot help but wonder if it had aught to do with her pronounced 'saddlebags' that seemed to me to accumulate over the series on her thighs ─ hardly befitting for an action-oriented character.

I've got to get to bed ─ it is 9:58 p.m. I will have to set my cellphone alarm for 1:45 a.m.

By the way, my wife never came home after leaving for work yesterday.