rear-ended.

holy smokes.
who knew that trying could work out so good?
bud garo owner of spyglass tattoo in manchester, nh
popped up and over to get some jellyfish tatblastin' calf action.
so i gave him what he wanted....kinda.
more like a scrubbin' bubble vs. alien heart/spine vs. lomein noodles vs. ketchup trail.
word up.
bud is also known in conway as the 'other' steve gillespie,
because they look alike...kinda.
*a little vanilla-sky backstory:
when i worked in ct., and jess moved up here to conway,
literally 6 years ago today;
i tattooed bud in worcester at a convention.
he told me he lived in conway, nh,
exactly where my sweet honey was moving that very day,
and in the booth right next to us,
another complete stranger,
mr. steve gillespie was also gettin' tattooed, by a big-boned game show host,
and mentioned he also lived in conway....
none of us knew that inside of three months i'd be livin' up there and workin' with steve.
now steve lives in mass., and bud lives in manchester,
and I'M the weirdy up in the woods.
weird cycles, ya'll.
really weird.


don't worry, my ninjas.
i still kept it real, and whole-hogged it on some falafels.
those falafel-stand guys even hit me up with some all-access passes....
which means:
if you were here, you'd be gettin' in for free.
check out the brown paper wrappin' job an' that.
no mo' foil.
that just happened....
they somehow got even more awesome.
kraft paper, ya'll.
with a K.

today is my sister mary's 31st birthday.
that should be a super fun time for those involved...
and speaking of getting smashed;
i got rear-ended on my way to the fair by some dumb teenaged girl-tards last night.
seriously.
but,
i let 'em go.
i got some scratches on my bumper,
and they got to sh!t their pants for a second,
ultimately, though, i can't see f*ing up some kids' night over basically nothing.
(i'm secretly nice, y'know)

my friend mike made a podcast of some hipsteriffical hijinks,
'loon watch' pretty much gets it in....
if you like uncomfortable hilarity, and white people humor,
follow this link, because you might need this.


c'mon.
my hands have teeth.
there's this couple, and they run a spot called cabin pottery.
it goes to eleven, for sure.
we have a couple of pieces, some mugs an' that,
and they are all dope.
greatness/success/hottness.
i dunno which one(s) they care about,
but i know that they gets it in, son.
check out their sh!t, it's really nice.


out of nowhere,
a silent sprouting of spore-spitting summer sendoffs.....
cold and rainy october hours.
early darkening, and breath-seeing ghosts in every exhale.
it's been good sleepin' weather.
what?
that has always made me laugh a little bit.
never quiet, never soft....