straight-up street shop.

i did eight tattoos yesterday.
in a row.
in just five short hours.
as hard and fast as i could.
i even had the last hour before we closed to cool my jets down.
nice.
obviously,
i only did little tiny infant baby-sized mini blasters.
i'm sayin';
two of those zipzaps took only five minutes each,
while only one took almost a whole hour.
glorious rockstar tattyzappin' it was not.
but it was some porkchop rockin' walk-in hustle.
first they were all like:
"do you want to eat some sh!t?"
and then i was all like:
"heck yes i do!"
and then i ate the sh!t-salad sandwiches.
all day long, like a gluttonous punishment buffet patron.
in fairness, the folks were ALL super turbo friendly and nice for sure,
and i couldn't ask for better short-term small-scale single serving scenarios;
it was just my turn to turn it down from eleven to seven...
i know,
hardly the career-defining burners that the youngster 'blasters dream of,
but definitely defining my career as it exists today.
i doo doo that doo-doo, because that's what i do.
i work.
i'd like to say i work really hard,
but it's more accurate to say it's hard to work this real.
that's some sh!t.

the spirits and memories of the woodsly goodness.
there's a project that needs finishing.
along with a bunch of other half-done doings and goings-on.
transient temporal travel, ya'll.
semi-settled situations;
this vacation isn't exactly working,
this has not been a working vacation,
although i'm still working on it,
at work and at home....
summertime berserker barbarian battle-beast blitzkriegs.
busy busy busy busy.
as much razzle-dazzle as drizzle-dribble,
...and drivel.
there's next to no time,
and no flippin' way to stretch out more living into these moments.
we're full over here.
aside from some nerdy novels about dragons and dungeons,
our whole world is stored elsewhere.
that's a hard style.

it's friday night here in vacation town.
i've got a trio of ladies who demand BIG fun.
it's up to me to make it happen.
while we grown-ass mutha-'uckas work the skin trade all day,
the young'uns will be spanning some more horseplay (literally)
with our homegirl casey at the barn.
the night-times however, are our times,
and we'll be sure to bring some lightning-striking viking raids
right to the doorsteps of the other other vacationers.
if last night's lightning storms were any kind of signal,
then the full force of valhalla is gonna be brought to bear,
in the form of friday night fun,
by me and my valkyrie vixens.
we're turnin' it back up, my ninjas,
to eleven;
never quiet, never soft....