almost.

it's only important if it's important to you.
interest breeds action.
disinterest breeds disdain.
and what matters hard to some folks,
is completely irrelevant to other duders out there-
like car people.
i personally couldn't care any less about
super-jacked up lifted trucks with winches,
and gunracks, and huge redneck tires,
any more than i give a flying F* about lowered, lit-up
leathery, fast & bi-curious speed coupes.
therefore, to me, they don't matter.
at all.
in fact, they're pretty mutha-lickin' stupid.
and it's the same principle with everythingand anything.
some people like the way their smelly armpits reek up
a room with oniony soup whiffs.
soapy showers just aren't important to them.
other people devote tons of time to collecting sneakers.
but not wearing them.
i hate sneakers, y'all. (trainers to you british kids)
from where i'm standing, gentleman warriors wear shoes.
it's personal definition, duders.
y'know,
how you define yourself.
it's one of those things.
perspectives, i guess.
i can't hang out with the dithering misery of ambition or inclusion.
seperate sovereignty
just be dope, right?
or else, you've got to F* right off.
if you've got that eleventh level viking spirit,
the gratitude and the generosity for what's all really happening,
then,
anywhere is as awesome as you make it.
fun is how you make it, after all,
not where you make it.
moths, neighbors.
it's still all about the moths.
do what you do.
and the rest works itself out.
me?
i'm grateful for having stuff to do,
for having duders to do it with,
and for having a place to do it at.
i live a Folk Life.
that's my important thing.
everything else is just window treatment.
***********
it's almost the fair.
northern new englandy hottness.
in F*ing full effect.
it's also almost time for my favorite middle eastern treats.
Falafels.
eight days of dietary delightfulness.
eight days of chick peas and pitas.
eight days of gastric shark gluttony.
they don't make enough sit-ups and push-ups to undo the
savage damage i'm about to inflict.
tremendous tahini tuesday?
yeah.
monumental mixed pickle monday?
sure thing.
sauce-saturated saturday?
so good.
feel-awful falafel friday?
abso-F*n'- lutely.
it's important if it's important.
sharkbite munching,
animal petting,
overall wearing,
rural real life northwoods living.
Folk Life.
here is where we make the fun,
but loud, hard, and fresh is how we doo-doo
that autumny hottness;
never quiet, never soft.....