time travel and caffeine.

i'm here.
it's dope.
and everyone is always so nice to each other.
i like it.

i had one too many real-deal non-nancypantsed coffees yesterday,
coupled with the back-to-the-futuristic subtracting of one hour from real o'clock,
and delays,
brisk jogs,
bad weather,
and even worse weather.
the result?
stayin' up late,
freezing icestorms,
brown babybooty dirty diaperloads of delicious ethiopian food,
narrowly connected flights,
a jeff goldblum/miami vice impersonating tattle-baby,
some kid named chuck who is definitely gonna punch some other kid,
root beers on demand,
and a pretty healthy dose of much needed awesome.
the amount of excellence we're determined to cram-pack
and jam-stuff into a narrow space is borderline pornographic.

i only hope that my unique bedside manner as a house-guest and a tatzapper won't wear thin with my hosts.
in either place.
a little albie rock goes a loooong way.
sorta like poison ivy, if you feel me....
i'm grateful for the generosity of two absolutely excellent temporary
stomping/watering/resting grounds.
i'm not sure if i'm supposed to bring the thunder,
or the gentle introspective helpfulness of a positively charged participant in the lives of these terrific folks.
i'm leaning, naturally,
towards the thunder.
after all,
it's the eleventh.
it's a full moon.
it's mutha-flippin' freezin',
and it's earlier here than at home.
wotan's day is already ready, already.
thick black burning spring-rolls of nicotiana tabacum
are also rumored to be making a cameo at some point.
i didn't bring any matches,
but even in the steady march lion winds of the prairie,
blazing the cherry-tipped poker ends of 'em shouldn't be a problem.
i mean,
i spit hot fire, right?
never quiet, never soft....