plumb crazy.

oh home depot,
how i do SO love your orange stencil-lettered sign.
i wish i could make several humble pilgrimages
to your palatial expanse of improvement-specific items,
every single day.
oh, wait a minute.....
now that i think about it,
i do.
i doo-doo that do-it-myself sh!t.
yep.
looks like my dream has come true.
they always do,
as long as they are not ambitious dreams.
small victories are still victories, kids.
plumbing a super-deluxe ridiculous custom bathroom
is not as awesome as it would seem.
and i don't think it even seems
like it would ever be all that awesome.
it is educational, however.
we've got, in a one foot space,
lead pipes,
copper pipes,
pvc pipes,
the drain,
teflon tape,
and a trap.
i'm not foolin' around.
interconnected intermingling.
it has to work, and work well,
because if it doesn't,
water finds a way to undermine all the hard work....
water doesn't F* around too much.
and therefore,
the first half of the day was spent
traveling back and forth to home depot.
over and over and over.
eventually,
after a series of troubleshooting inventions
didn't quite make the grade,
silicone caulk and a slipover sleeve of pipey hottness
were decided upon.
i could've called a plumber,
but that's weak-sauce.
and expensive.
and not Folk Life active participation.
instead,
larry and i let our buttcracks hang out,
and plumbed the heck out of that room.
problem solved?
not yet, exactly,
but my ever-expanding mental library of information
added several volumes on the nature of water, pipes,
and making different things work together,
i'm a regular united nations of plumbing.
nice.
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days off, duders.
i spend 'em fast,
and hard.
i take my time,
the time is taken,
and the abduction of my days
makes it seems like there's a pressing hostage situation
every nightfall.
negotiations fail each time, too.
and before i know it,
i've relinquished another 'other one
to sleepytimes.
i took a few hours back though,
to hang out,
and blaze the ghost circle smog out of
a dark, dank, stinky nicotiana log
with my buddy steve.
i needed that.
good conversation, kids.
it's better than a monologue.
...sometimes.
but only if the other folks have something
worth hearing to speak upon.
i got lucky with my friends.
i'm pretty grateful for the fistful of worthy warriors
who i can hang out with.
it's lonely at the acme of artful activity.
that's that apex of poetry in motion,
the pinnacle of prowess,
crown of acomplishment type sh!t.
everybody gets to be good at something.
i picked competent communication.
bad choices are better than indecision, right?
right.
still,
i'm haniging out with a cadre of calamitous captains,
and it's good.
this time is taken,
and i'll never give it back;
never quiet, never soft......