10-4, good buddy!

uh-huh.
i ate more of 'em....
falafel friday went down pretty smooth, too.
i just am not even close to getting tired of eating these pitas of pure pleasure.
plus, the brown paper, yo.
i know i already said it,
but that sh!t kills it.
to eleven.
hot sauce? oh man,
you already know i keeps it 'hood, ninja.
olives in a falafel? yum4tum, son.

i mean, c'mon.
the sprouted-style chickpea method of making the brown parts,
it's pretty good, yknow.
all chunky and lumpy and fried up crispy...
but,
in pictures it looks like chicken nuggets smothered up in mayonnaise.
which is NOT so good.
imagine me chugging a mouthful of that!
it would absolutely be the start of a massive guts-up vomit festival for sure.
luckily, the friendly hippies aren't practical jokers.

battle scars, ya'll.

the last ripe tomato.
all beat up and butt-nasty an' that.
i'm still psyched to see it hangin' in,
reddish, weather-worn, juicy.
i guess it's just nice to see a little bit of leftover summertime,
fightin' to stay in the game.
(too bad i'm gonna eat it)


this would probably be more impressive if i had a picture
for comparison, of the actual kid, huh?
yeah, that'd be nice.
but whatever, folks;
this looks a lot like SOME kid, if not in fact THE kid, y'heard?
he was so blonde in real-life,
i didn't even bother with the hair.
at all.
check out the ears, though. that's the best part.....
slowly,
i'm working my way back to tattooing as something i can NOT hate.
we'll see where the week takes me.
don't expect any nice-guy waterbaby b!tch-sap, though.
i'm still gonna do what i do, an' that.

today, ya'll.
today is the day.
tomorrow is another 'nother day.
the last day (of the fair.)
workin', stayin' warm, stayin' fresh.
keep it real, my ninjas.
berserker barbarian style.
never quiet, never soft.....