camera-shy?

friday the thirteenth was pretty intense.
i tattooed a very nice important executive lady named debbie,
while shawn and i rocked our collective socks off to
'the rocky horror picture show' soundtrack,
and later on, i closed out the day with my new friend, mr. palmer.
a man who can appreciate a fine posterior,
and has gigabytes of memory devoted to that appreciation.
his phone is a miniature digital altar to the latter day church of butt.
no joke.
i'm actually surprised his phone will even let him call his mom,
because that amount of cheeks-for-weeks passion is so sinful,
that cellular should blush with embarrassment.

in the interest of taunting,
rather than tempting, fate;
there were broken mirrors, umbrellas open indoors, unread, smashed fortune cookies,
and i've gotta make mention of the cameo made by a tattoo of some praying hands
which ended in an unintentional pair of palm-piloted rumpty dumplings
that would've run the hardest hard drive on mr. palmer's phone, had he known,
with the added extra hottness of his sleeve covering all of the hands BUT the butt,
with a banner reading 'hold fast' underneath.
(that's what SHE said)
he also had a lip tattoo that spelled out 'T-I-T-I-E-S'
THAT was pretty serious.
leave off a T, in the middle, i guess,
for extra awful, gollum-y sad, sprung, broken, spring breakable boobs.
on a more fulfilling note;
spring rolls were inhaled,
as were the many different kinds of root-style beer chilling out in the identity tattoo fridge.
shawn skipped 'em, because of his delicate ethical sensibilities,
which just meant more fluid ounces for washing down everyone else's pancakes, an' that.
todd and i enjoyed a pair of big, thick, hard black stumps together,
as well as a heart-to-heart heart string heart attack.
that sh!t definitely went to eleven.
the dude knows what's up.
and that's so flippin' cool,
because not a lot of folks see What Is for what it is;
i'll be honest, my ninjas,
the peoples i got,
i couldn't ask for any better than.
and that's word.

now,
ya'll may have noticed a dearth of photos from my trip thus far.
anybody care to guess why?
yep.
it wouldn't be an albie rock traveling road show
if the airplane part didn't f* up some of my sh!t.
my camera was lost somewhere in transit.
i'll say lost,
and not stolen,
but only because even if it was stolen,
it'll still be lost.
so,
add a new camera to the 'to do' list.
a small price to pay
for the priviledge of spanning time amongst the fine and
upstanding warrior-poets of minneapolis.
we even went out and had japanese food,
complete with dumplings in throat-flaying pain sauce!!
i am grateful for all the generosity of these crazy kids.
i am lucky to have the time i'm enjoying here.
today is the day.
so is every day.
my last day of official work at identity tattoo,
...until the next time.
long talks, long nights, longfellow's tattoos,
it's all really happening,
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft....