grind.

picture in picture futuristic teleport magic?
that only happens to other people.
over here,
it's a little less enthusiastic.
okay.
waaaay less enthusiastic.
just sayin',
there's a grind date to make,
and no grist, if you get my gist?
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have i mentioned that,
so far, being 35 has been the most humiliating year since my teens?
real talk.
all kinds of real life behind-the-scenes butter is being basted and spread.
i'm not even a little bit joking, neighbors-
huh?
well, okay, try this on for size:
i had a gratuity returned to me.
not from tattooing, or anything like that-
...honestly,
i do okay with the tipping aspect of tatzapping.
for real,
the floor show alone usually guarantees a quality clump
of that "little somethin'-extra".
(that's them movie check jauns, ninjas)
the situation at hand, however,
was that the server at my birthday dinner felt insulted.
duders,
insulted by the budget tip that she got.
now, normally, i probably wouldn't have ever even known about that;
but, our homies left their wallet at the restaurant, and live 2 hrs. away,
so i went to pick it up,
and got to chat a little tiny bit with the owner of the restaurant.
i'm being real here.
she gave me an enveleope with the loot in it,
and said the server wouldn't even accept it.
whaaaaaaaaaaat?
yeah.
so instead of just being a decent friend and picking up the wallet,
i got chastised for being a skinflint!
for the record, i personally didn't pay a single dollar.
remember, it was my birthday, after all.
somehow, though, the other 8 adults,
who all have been to a restaurant before,
missed something.
i'm not sure i even believe that.
because i do not hang out with idiots, or budget-b!tches.
nice.
so as a businessman in a relatively small market,
that's sure not the image i would ever want to cultivate.
right?
right.
obviously, there was some misunderstanding,
and it'll get remedied today.....
because i am not, in point of fact, an A*hole.
or a cheapskate.
duders,
i don't play on that phone, y'heard?
jeez.
35 right up the A*.
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at any rate,
we hung out with christina and james,
and their amazing little man, rowan.
we had dinner and got roaty-toasty by the fire, an' that.
i know i'm not that old yet,
but knowing someone for a lot of years is kinda weird.
y'know,
watching them turn into a real person and all that.
it's actually pretty flippin' rad,
at least when they become a dope person.
and that's the case with these duders.
long drives,
cold nights,
hard hard HARD styles.
it just won't stop happening.
maybe it can't;
never quiet, never soft.....