eleven.

new year.
new tattoo.
same flavor.

thanks for the early birthday present, jess!
that's the big action on my ring finger, ya'll.
a crucial conduit, via the vena amoris,
straight to my heart.
that sh!t definitely goes to eleven.
c'mon,
the nameless magic finger?
so doooooooooope.
symbolism.
i like it.
i hate getting tattooed, however,
on so many levels, for so many reasons,
but those 5 little lines i could handle.
barely.


wayne,
my buddy from work,
surprised me with another 'nother early birthday treat of his own!
barbarian battle-logs.
big 'uns;
6-footers, even...
for extra excellent epic scale night-light lightnin' strikin' beacons of beauty.
that's pretty flippin' rad.
he made a special trip to my house,
speedy ninja delivery style,
just to ensure ragin' blazin' hot fires would dominate my wintertimes.
thanks, man.

i also hit up the dmv for my new driver's license today.
they expire ON your birthday, which bites it.
guess how long that jammie takes up here?
six minutes.
in and out.
the woodsly goodness strikes again.
y'know how license pictures always look hemmed up?
wellll,
it looks like i came straight off of axel rose's 'use your illusion' concert get up:
i'm keepin' it SO charles manson.
i'll put up a picture when i get the color one in the mail.
seriously, i made 'em take a whole bunch of shots,
until i got the one i totally loved.
(that took up three of the six minutes.)
i really wish i had some of the better outtakes.
i was strikin' poses, pouty, petulant, pugilistic, nonplussed, the whole gambit.

terrible weather is on the schedule for tomorrow.
good thing i haven't forgotten about bein' an abominable blizzard wizard.
how fire, great coffee, pricey cigars, maybe even a chestnut or two,
triple eleven will have it poppin',
snow or no,
never quiet, never soft.....