Naked on April 18, 2007

Woke up around eight a.m., usual for me though I try not to do shit with consistency. Cindy and kids were out of the house, had coffee, put off the poop and the shower to read first. Got in the lazy boy with Anthony Robbins and finnished goal setting chapter then hit first half of 10 day mental challenge. Read for about an hour and a half then went into room with stop watch, hit timer and began rippin' out leads on a Jay Turser electric guitar with a Jay Turner box amplifier. In jammies, hair dishevelled, fartin' my ass off and played in the mirror for 46 minutes straight. Damn I still look freakin' awesome with all that goin' on. Took shower, had bowl of oatmeal, a protein bar, water, left for the city. Stopped by post office to drop of underwear order, then to gas station to get another coffee, then to Times Square parking gargage, strolled up to 45th and Broadway. Jammed Iron Maiden in Long Beach Arena on way in so I was hummin' 'where eagles dare' the who way. Did about two hours, mass photos and ass grabbin,' no conflict yet, only two bum-regulars. One guy said he saw me on new last night for New York Rangers Piece I did yesterday, another guy said I had a shit stain, I get that one twice a day average. All the rest just the usual adoration and praise you'd expect as king of the galaxy. I went back to Secaucus, called Chinese in ahead of time, steamed Chicken Broccolli, steamed white rice, no sauce, same every day now for over twenty day's straight easy. When I call the guy immediately cuts me off when he hears my voice, 'kay, kay, kay, got it,' bam, phone calls over. I went back to my place, pooped, showered, read more some Neitzsche, 'politics of the soul' talkin' about how the truely heroic individual is an infectious force that makes a people stronger even as he destroys the foundation upon which those people stand, and thought to myself, fuck, it's great to be me. Got on my New York Rangers Undies on again, made them for Yesterday's promotion, of course I was so damn effective, and such a media magnet that they wanted to pay me another quick grand for another hour I'd be slammin' jammin' anyway. Did the gas station, listened to Maiden, got there and kicked ass again. Did about an hour and a half, the New York Rangers band wagon crew came by with media engine again to get footage, mass hysteria. I've got a new photo move I've been doing, I simply sling the chicks over my shoulder like a cave man, goes great with my new beard and larger bulkier build. I haven't started the grunting yet, sure it won't take long. They're building a new 'Tickets' booth in Times Square so one of my favorite corners is gone for the moment leaving me over a subway grill that has this gong sounding, groan belting out noise constantly necessitating me to scream my songs like a lion or something, after long periods I am aggressive, well cause I just screamed for two hours. I went to other gas station in Secaucus to see if gym partner was going, no, too sore from last workout, so I go myself. Did twenty minutes on eliptical machine, level 15, then blasted legs. Inner and outer thigh, with whole stack and 45 pound plate, extensions and curls, whole stack, hack squat, 4 sets, ending with 315, yes, I know, motherfuck--- HAUS!!! Got home, let the chow down begin. At least a half pound of plain pasta, dozen egg whites, 2 chicken breasts, veggies. Sat down wrote this, leaving now to eat and read some Emerson. As with all days, a dilligent, constant onslought of mental, physical, emotional gymnastic, all perpetrated for a world audience who might not be suited to take it all in a once. Love, Naked