road trips, hot fire, a single pebble.

when you've got pipes, cigars, hats, starry nights,
clear skies, rock block cookies, beards, hot fire, and your peoples,
i'm tellin' you....
woodsly goodness was in complete and total flippin' full effect.
i used my swedish firesteel, for added showmanship,
unmatched matchless firestartin' an' that...
and the temperature around the fuego was muy caliente, ya'll.

me, jim, and the cucch.
most probably the first four things you think of,
when you think of savage stormswept viking masculinity
(i counted me twice, yo, for added manliness)

i appreciate my fellow time-spanners and wrench choosers;
now recognize, suckas.

would you drive 3.5 hours each way for chinese food?
no?
well then you've obviously never had a single pebble,
in burlington, vt.
you really should, though,
because it's not like any of that msg-laced, styrofoam,
brown 'n slimy, take-away, fortune cookie,
doo-doo butter ya'll are used to.
and i know ALL about the vegetarian goodness from wherever you are.
still, though, i'm sayin':
it's real fancy.
it's real delicious.
it's pretty much the dopest tasty treat festival you can snack up on.
plus,
on the way to there from here,
the red hen baking company's giant brick oveny hottness is open,
and ready, 
and willing,
to sell me some organic, crusty, naturally-leavened whole grain hottness.
word up.
road trippin' to hippie college icetown,
with lake effect winds,
and heaps of microbrewed organic alcoholism,
no, really;
even the coffee houses serve brewskis, ya'll.
i'm ready for the big action, the big fun, the food co-op, and the big booty big business of burlington.


we watched 'lars and the real girl' last night.
sad and sweet and funny.
at the same exact time.
rarely do i think an entire movie is perfectly cast,
and expertly filmed.
this obviously is one of those times, or i'd not mention it.
haven't seen it yet? get on that sh!t.
f* waitin' for netflix, just go buy it.
c'mon.

we'll probably bring cookies for the road.
double stuff oreos are vegan now.
i'm serious.
they're still gross, and full of doomsday concoction chemical polymer poop sprinkles,
but they're also double stuffed.
some cookies are into that sort of thing, i guess.
road trips, my ninjas.
very necessary.
word up.

never quiet, never soft....