such luck.

i have some pretty g-darn good peoples, y'all.
on the ones.
i mean it,
my birthday dinner was tremendously excellent.
really 'spensive, fancy vegan treats,
and a whole tableful of mama-uckin' active participants.
i couldn't have asked for a better batch of battle-beasts
to span my woodsly goodsly berfday business alongside.
and,
i got more treats!
and,
i got to see some folks i don't normally hang out with.
seriously, kids,
a more conscientious, compassionate, considerate cadre
just doesn't exist.
i'm pretty flippin' lucky.
i'm just sayin'.
tattooers, teachers, stylists, foresters, musicians, designers-
my main duders don't F* around.
at all.
*
and now,
with my new stereophonic turntabley sound system,
and new records to revolve around on it,
not to mention some tasty new stumps, my bakety-bakey star wars apron,
and the super-s'chuan megapixelated camera i got,
i'm kind of winnin'.
snappin' shots, and cranking tunes?
my wifely hottness arranged a picture-postcard-perfect day of dopeness.
honest to goodness, neighbors.
now it's up to my mean mutha-b!tchin' A* to deserve it.
that's the really hard part.
***********
steaming.
like a log of doodie, duders.
a fresh one, even.
that was how today was at work.
a regular sh!t-salad sandwich,
with diarrhea dressing.
anyone who tattoos will tell you:
a blow-off appointment suckles pretty hard.
no call, no show, no good.
but what's even more amazing?
showing up, 25 minutes late,
(no call, naturally)
with a put-upon pouty face,
and a sass-blasted batch of business along the lines of:
'sorrrrry, i have bad news. i don't really feel like spending the money'
whaaaaat?!
i swear to god, ninjas.
you don't really feel like covering the four hours of time on a saturday,
that you booked in advance, and had me show up early to meet you for,
the day after my miki-fikin' berfday?!
c'mon.
C'MON!
best part?
he left no deposit.
so i got to shove it straight up the stovepipe, son.
chafed-up gaytarded is what that's called.
welcome to thirty-five;
never quiet, never soft.....