adios once.

uh-huh.
once is eleven in spanish-talk.
i like that.
but,
it's all over with now,
isn't it?
it sure is.
my homie wayne had me zippity-zap up a
goodbye-and-farewell good riddance-style
last-minute afterwork tattbomb on his leg.
i took a crooked busted bent knee picture to prove it:

eleven, neighbors.
then,
in the spirit and memory of present times
becoming bygone ones,
and with an effort of affected camaraderie,
adam inflicted another other 'nother one on me.
on my side-knee, even:

ouch.
a dirty green melted hot mess, mutha-'uckas.
just like this sh!tpile of a year.
guess what?
yep.
it turns out i still hate getting tattooed.
hard.
but this is it-
we'll see you around, eleven.
it's time for the dirty dozen to activate it's
very own special brand of expert events.
*
we spent the evening until now with friends.
but now we're back at the bastions and battlements
of the fortress.
we're fortified, all the way live,
and ready to live free or die.
after all,
death is not the worst of evils.
T-minus one hour until the future.
impending, my ninjas;
never quiet, never soft.....