anticipation.

drivin' and cruisin' and travelin'.
road trippin' down the seacoast.

i tattooed an ex-X'd-up adult onset non-edge fella.
that sh!t is so weird to me.
he got a broken heart with arms,
and a sXe time X on it's hand...
commemorating the first 31 years of not drinking,
after deciding to start to drink,
a full decade after turning 21.
craziness.
is that even a real thing?
damn, damn, daaamn.
i'm sayin',
i don't meet many people who never ever drank any alcohol,
and fewer still who make it to thirty teetotally dry.
the duder was pretty cool,
and super nice and laid back,
but man,
i was sorta bummed out by his concious choice to switch teams.
even though it doesn't involve me at all.
how many lifetime members of the non-drinkin' club are there anymore?
it gets a little lonely over here....

we spent the day in portsmouth.
we saw our peoples;
we saw the whole new batch of tattyblastin' inkzapper shops, too.
i didn't visit any of 'em.
i don't doo-doo that kind of sh!t if i can help it.
we saw the ironic tightie-pants hipsters and obama hopers, as well.
it turns out,
no matter how much hottness the architecture
of the brick and steel cityscape offers me,
the filling in that flaky pastry crust is just not delicious.
sorry, cities...
but i've got Folk Life & Liberty in my heart.
and that's only found in the woodsly goodness.
it's true.
i've got this whole week of word-up warrior poetry
to further demonstrate to both of my little kidlings
that where we're at
is where it's at;
never quiet, never soft...