💀☠💀☠💀☠ Senseless

It may have been approaching 9:30 p.m. by the time I slipped away on last evening's walk ─ my destination was to be the Green Timbers Liquor Store where I bought another 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

It may be best that I seek to limit myself to just one brew prior to that sort of errand, for I found myself in full control of my attention when I was making payment.

The trip was not uneventful, however. For one thing, I forgot my cellphone, so I was unable to maintain certainty of the time (the store closes at 11 p.m.).

That might not have been an issue, except that something over halfway there ─ travelling Fraser Highway, I had passed well beyond its intersection with 140th Street (Google Map) and was at least a third of the way to 96th Avenue, when someone came upon me from behind ─ it was homeless Charles "Stickman" McCarthy.

It seems he had noticed me back at the intersection and had been hustling along in an attempt to catch up to me, but was a little unsure of my name and thus was not calling out. He was also shaky on confidence because a day or two ago he had hustled after someone else he believed was me, only to discover that it was a stranger.

So he held me up some time in conversation; and as usual, he was both difficult to comprehend at times, and equally hard to get to understand my meanings.

He still has not located the identification documents that somehow disappeared in the widespread debris in the forest where he has an encampment of sorts ─ when we last talked nigh a week ago, he had brought me to the mess in order to show the documents to me.

He now speculates that there is a conspiracy against him, and that certain people are trying to put the run on him.

He also spoke of confirming that there is a cobra nearby his camp; and he tried to explain some other serpent discovery that made absolutely no sense ─ his explanation seemed to involve something serpent-like that easily travelled through the ground and was attracted to the artificial rubber-based soles of footwear. I got the impression that this creature might be able to penetrate up through such soles into the foot of anyone hapless enough to have attracted the creature's notice.

He claimed to have somehow verified this creature for himself, possibly by using his makeshift walking pole to draw the serpent forth.

I asked him about his sticks, for sometimes he has remarkably long poles that might be 10 feet in length. Specifically, I asked him if the police ever harass him.

That was most definite, he said. In fact, just recently the cops stopped him and broke his pole right in front of him.

I don't know if Charles gets wasted on drugs or pot; or if he is naturally unwell mentally merely because of his marginal and solitary existence.

I finally had to explain my urgency ─ that I was after beer, and the store closed at 11 p.m. Neither of us knew the time.

He would have been welcome enough to have accompanied me, but perhaps the notion did not occur to him. Or else he was not inclined to have to travel as rapidly as I was clearly going to be doing.

He did say that he still intended to repay me the $15 I gave him that last time we coincided in the night. I didn't point out that I had actually given him $30, but I had already written it off ─ I do not expect any repayment.

My beer bill for 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt comes to $33.50, I believe; but I always tell them to round it up to $35 by way of tipping.

I definitely had my concerns on the return walk, for I might again cross paths with Charles, and I did not wish to be delayed. I honestly would not mind having even a couple beers with him, but I wanted to get back home to watch some T.V. with my brother ─ we only tend to watch our shows in common three evenings a week.

I got back to find that my wife had shown up after two nights of absence, and my brother was even conscious. After I dressed down in my bedroom and then joined him, and he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into play, I selected Chilling Adventures of Sabrina ─ episode six ("Chapter Twenty-Six: All of Them Witches") of season or part three.

As for my brother's earlier bus transit to rendezvous at a pub with one or more drinking buddies, he was to learn that no one else was coming. He was still okay about going there, however, because he is sweet on a specific waitress.

Well, it happened that she was not on shift.

And that was why he appeared back home around 7:40 p.m.

Anyway, after Sabrina, even though it was only around 12:30 a.m., my brother claimed to be bagged and unable to watch anything further. So I just tuned in the SmartTube app to play random videos, and he ended up watching at least a sitcom's worth ─ we could have watched one of those that we follow in common.

My wife had already gone to bed in her bedroom, for she was to have a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Following my brother's retirement for the night, I resorted to my bedside computer. And so time elapsed in iniquitous fashion. Ultimately, I do not believe that I got to bed until after 5 a.m. ─ it was already daylight outside.

I did manage to rise ahead of 9 a.m., but my brother was already downstairs watching T.V. This left me scant time to research what videos we might best watch via our Android TV Box.

My wife emerged from her bedroom soon after I did mine. She was to leave us around 10:10 a.m. on her fairly long drive to work.

It developed that my brother and I only watched two videos.

First was a two-hour (1:59:21) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #136: Pfizer Whistleblowers Tell All.

On this week’s VSRF Live, Steve meets with 3 key Pfizer whistleblowers spanning 3 decades of activism against the pharmaceutical giant. First Steve will speak with Kim Witczak, an international drug safety advocate who successfully brought suit against Pfizer after the sudden death of her husband in 2003 due to an undisclosed drug side effect of SSRI antidepressants. She was instrumental in helping to get FDA Blackbox suicide warnings added to antidepressants in 2004 and 2006.

Next, Steve will speak with Justin Leslie, a scientist whistleblower turned investigative and undercover journalist, and producer of the film “Project Whistleblower.” From March 2021- April 2022, Justin worked directly on the COVID-19 Pfizer mRNA vaccine platform in formulations and eventually joined Project Veritas where he produced the infamous “Pfizer Directed Evolution” viral undercover story which proved that Pfizer is deliberately mutating COVID despite the illegality of “gain-of-function” activities. Justin also produced the “Pfertility” story on the impact the vaccine has on menstrual cycles.

Lastly, we welcome back VSRF LIVE regular Brook Jackson, famed plaintiff in the latest high-profile whistleblower lawsuit against Pfizer. Jackson, a 20-year veteran of the clinical research industry, was hired in 2020 to manage one of Pfizer’s Covid-19 vaccine clinical trial sites. When she witnessed egregious legal and procedural violations taking place in the trial, Ms. Jackson notified the FDA – and was swiftly fired. Now it’s Brook’s mission to bring Pfizer to justice and hold them accountable for their reckless and dangerous business practices.

‌Join us for a fascinating discussion with 3 fearless whistleblowers determined to take down Pfizer’s dangerous pharma cartel and more importantly, bring justice to the victims.

They really need to edit their video descriptions when there are changes ─ it was not Steve Kirsch who performed the interviews, but rather Dr. Pierre Kory. Steve did make an appearance, however, to explain his recent sudden potential blindness in one eye.

We also watched a 25-minute July 11, 2019, upload to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Off Grid Life | Most intense time of the year (making hay).

Episode forty-one, in which we're worried about if we are going to get the hay in before the rain, and other urgent smaller building projects.

It was some bed rest thereafter for my brother. I had an extremely light first meal of the day, and was to bed for a nap whenever it was that my brother emerged from his bedroom and left for the day.

I needed that nap!

There was some very light cloud cover, but I still did sun in the afternoon beginning around 2:30 p.m. It may have been near 1½ hours.

I heard that it is supposed to be cloudy tonight, but tomorrow is expected to be hotter and sunnier than today.

I shall be undergoing my Sabbath fast.

But ere beginning it this evening, along with a supper, I drank a couple cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol) while superbly enjoying two shows here on my bedside computer.

The first was Law & Order: Criminal Intent ─ episode 10 ("Senseless") of season seven. I have only watched the series and that specific season for the five episodes that featured Alicia Witt. This was her final appearance, and so my final visitation to the series.

If at all interested, I watched the episode at this M4uHD.net link, and it played through flawlessly. The opening scenes in which the three young Blacks were basically executed hit me emotionally.

Next I watched The Rookie ─ the finale episode 22 ("Under Siege") of season five. As I said, it was darned good as well.

And if interested, I watched that one flawlessly at this link at TinyZone.org.

I was sorely tempted to eat more than I did; but I also wanted to drink more alcohol, and thus considered some booze.

However, I have an early a.m. five-mile+ walk planned for overnight, and I hope to be in bed by 9:30 p.m. so that I can rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for the outing.

I'm so sick of me and my pointless existence.

It is already 9:11 p.m.