remember, remember,

the fifth of november,
the gunpowder treason and plot......
uh-huh.
guy fawkes day, ya'll.
bonfires.
pilgrim hats.
roman numerals!
wait, what?
you know:
V for vendetta.
V for victory.
V for vagina,
yikes!
like you read about.
ummmm.....

okay,

so i woke up all amped up.

still,

i headed back to work today,

after a whole week away.

and after a week of working harder and making less.

besides the magical minutes i made matter more, i mean....

so what did i roll up on at job?

maybe it turned into an awesomely awesome awesomeness?

c'mon.

that's asking too much of the secret universal plan.

instead,

it was crabby, crappy, and snowing.

yeah.

snowing.

so,

i came home,

and hooked up some hot sauce homefries for dinner.

'tatoes, ninjas.

comfort roots.

word.

we had a visitor;

uncle steven goes back to connecticut tomorrow morning,

and i don't wish that wishy-washy watery baby sap on anybody.

we blazed some stink sticks,

chatted about vikings and worthy ways of living life,

and had a proper english raging rememberance.

bonfires and rain-soaked wet weather don't mix.....

unless you have a kickass garage to half shelter you.

i do, we did, it ruled.

times are being had.

hard ones, even.

styles are being rocked.

harder ones than that, at that.

it's happening.

remember, remember;

never quiet, never soft.....