XXXII: The Deranged Writer’s Struggle with Steinermania I

“Big Poppa Pump” Scott Steiner. He looked nuts. Image credit: WWE.

Scott Steiner is one of my favorite professional wrestlers of all time. As one-half of the Steiner Brothers alongside Rick Steiner, he is a gifted heavyweight athlete who unbelievably moves with the agility of a cruiserweight. And when he became the madman that is “Big Poppa Pump”, he delivered some of the craziest diatribes in pro wrestling history (whether he’s wearing a chainmail headgear or not)… and I laugh at them. The man has no chill.

But lately, I think I have been watching too many Scott Steiner videos too many times, and almost everything reminds me of him. In short, I got Steinermania.

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XXIX: Ranting About Work & Raving About a Foo Fighters Music Marathon

Finally, the weekend is here, and I’m about to have a celebratory Jack & Coke Zero tonight. (This is also in celebration of the Foo Fighters’ 30th anniversary.)

But first, let me have a short rant about something that happened at work several weeks ago. (If you don’t want to read my short work rant, just click here.)

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The Wall I

Trigger warning: This is a poem about depression and having suicidal thoughts. Please be advised.

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