vacation days.

summer vacation times are here.
the roads are clogged with huge truck-like luxury vehicles.
the sidewalks are slammed with gawking fatso F*-tards.
ambulances are constantly sounding their alarming sirens.
d-bags are hitch-hiking with lip-dangling lit cigarettes,
but invariably without shirts.
the cuatro-14 crowd are riding bicycles whilst holding umbrellas.
that's a thing.
huh?
cuatro-14?
numerological code, duders.
cuatro = 4.
14, as in 14th letter of the alphabet.
y'know......N.
put it together, and you've got 4N.
you got that?....foreign.
c'mon.
the woodsly goodness is so completely
composed of white mountainous whiteness
that the economic arms of commerce
actually reach out and import eastern europeans
to come up here and labor away
in these distant, rural, isolated shops.
ain't that a b!tch, neighbors?
imagine getting told of an awesome opportunity to
come and work and play in these united states,
and instead of the happenings of a big sh!tty city,
it's the meanderings of the northern woods.
PSYCH!!!
awwwwww, man.
these cuatro-14s don't know what hit 'em.
happily for the rednecktard locals,
there's usually a plethora of prey for them to predate,
and date.
olgas to ogle, even, my ninjas.
yuuup.
nothing says 'hearts and minds' as loud or as hard
as taking an eastern bloc beauty out  off-road muddin'
with a thirty-pack of bud light, right?
riiiight!
i can almost hear the chants-
U.S.A.!! U.S.A.!!
it's like watching rocky IV,
but sans the parts that were exciting or fun to watch.
anyway,
all that's going on around us,
on the backroads, and budget hostels, and rooms-to-let
that get paid during summer tourism season, son.
restaurants are full,
-and full of kids, at that-
for hours on either side of suppertime.
happily,
at least for my lonely sense of salubrity,
there's enough miserable weather,
to make sure that it's love of company is well-nourished.
cold, dark, wet, and foggy?
we GOT they.
socks and sweaters and sh!t, suckas.
all necessary, neighbors.
it's a sh!t-salad suck sandwich of a saturday, duders.
it's over-steeped bitter brew of a day,
four months early for the time and temperature
it most accurately resembles.
otherwise,
it's all really happening.
all around us.
all the time.
lightning-striking atmospheric freshness,
above the trees,
inside the clouds,
and down to earth.
electric, y'all;
never quiet, never soft.....