summer's end.

this is it.
the last lazy, hazy, crazy day of summer.
the closing curtain on three month's worth
of workin', lovin', fightin', and livin'.
and what a season it was;
two epic-scale whole-hog whole house relocations;
a working mini-vacation of sorts in a weird house;
a brand-spankin'-new old busted fortress of hottness;
thousand of hours spanned across long days,
hundreds of tatty-o's administered;
tons of vegan eats prepared;
dozens of cigars;
hours of harmonica harping;
and one fabulous, furious, fearless Folk Life.
talk about reaping what's been sown.


big ups in the form of congratulations go out to
my talented, hardworking, friendly, dedicated
(and in most other ways unlike me) homeboy,
mr. shawn hebrank,
for snagging the coveted, prestigious 'tattoo of the day' award,
on the final day of the first-ever minneapolis tattoo convention.
that flawless victory added yet another 'nother trophy to the boards
for my home away from home, identity tattoo.
so word up to all of those duders.
especially 'mr. my third convention ever'....
nice.

i'm waiting on a new beginning.
there's a whole midweek weekend rollin' up and at me over here.
there's no shortage of stuff i could be doing,
or even probably should be doing,
and, if i was wealthy or motivated, probably would be doing,
but all of that responsible adult business seems less than likely.
the first day of fall calls out longingly for apple pickin',
pumpkin patching,
bonfire blazing,
and cinnamon scented something.
i'm sayin',
the grown-up world can make like eddie murphy and nick nolte,
and wait 48 hours,
because the really-real life i'm makin' moves on
has got other plans.
priorities, my ninjas.
...i doo-doo that freaky sh!t;

did somebody say cider doughnuts??
never quiet, never soft.....