driven.

farther,
faster,
and more furious.
that perfectly describes the last two days.
tatblasting on copious quantities of crappiness.
cookin' up a storm of warm words and hot fire spit.
hanging out with our newly, happily, single buddy holly.
and making the most of each and every minute.
that said,
how did i spend my valentine's night?
in the sweet, soulful snuggles of my
super-duper dope wife?
c'mon.
that's not even close.
i took a post-workday whirlwind road trip.
all by my lonesome.
to the withered weakness of craptacular connecticut.
why would i F* up my romantic prospects
with a sh!t-salad sojourn to the nutmeg nancyness?
....no, but seriously,though, why?
because i love my kids, ya'll.
no joking around.
and if i have to make moves to see 'em,
in the face of bastardly, dastardly, devious,
doo-doo buttery d'baggery,
then that's what's got to happen.
wu-TANG, my ninjas.
i'll hit the road like a warrior, y'heard?
i got there extra late,
caught the sh!t-end of substantially less than forty winks,
and got right back on the road to my heart, hearth, and home,
all early shirley in the predawn perfection.
and i scraped in with just enough time left over
to rinse off the grit, grease, and grime
of the very scary worst parts of new england.
and the get right back to the grind,
for another 'nother full day of real-life work.
hard hard styles.
that's what i'm rockin'.
the road gets longer.
the times get rougher.
but for all the poop-boat floating,
sugar-coating,
showboating,
and
light bright smite and smoting,
i've got a pair of incredibly excellent offspring
right here, in the woodsly goodness,
where they belong,
and that makes it all seem like a sound investment.
i am grateful for this time,
and every time with my ladies.
by hook, by crook, or by car,
there is nowhere i wouldn't go
to have this time with these folks;
never quiet, never soft.....