highlights and low life.

well, duders,
i'm back in the woodsly goodness again.
and i got a speeding ticket on the way home.
escaping at breakneck velocity from the past
will apparently activate the laserbeams
of traffic violation enforcement in massachussetts.
yeah.
nobody leaves with the title, neighbors,
but they do get a fine.
it wasn't all bad, y'all.
on father's day i powered down two whole pizzas
in under ten minutes.
gross?
definitely.
delicious? even more definitely.
that's not it, kids.
check the teleport:

yuuuuup.
harvest skye is gonna be in the seventh grade!
holy sh!t.
it was a terrific ceremony,
and at one point she and maple shared the stage
with the chorus of fifth and sixth graders
to serenade us with sounds of cherubic expertism.
nice.
afterwards, it was emergency tofutti time:

sprankles, in the hundreds and thousands.
i doo-doo that cookie-type hydrox-sox-rox jauns.
how do you put a day like that to bed?
under a thick greasy layer of fried beans and hot sauce!
yeah!

nothing accentuates the need for speed on the way back
like middle eastern gastric backtrack payback.
i hurt myself for you, guys.
otherwise,
what would i have to write about?
it was a brutal 48 hours.
the high spots also included some quality time
with both of my sisters.
i'm serious.
old age and responsible adulthood make for
strange-but-true stories.
after all,
they're the only two mutha-uckers who knew what it was
like to grow up 'hood in south hamden in our house
besides me.
family togetherness ensued.
at one point all three kids,
all three grandkids,
and my ma and the dude were all under one roof
and the world did not implode in on itself.
if anything could've kick-started a 2012 cataclysm,
i'm pretty sure that would've done it.
***********
there is always more, friends.
it's additive.
we put in that hard work,
we get more work.
don't make it look too easy,
or nobody appreciates what's up.
that's showmanship, y'all.
make easy things look hard,
make the difficulties look simple,
and then let the rest of 'em give it a try.
compare and contrast from the first to the last.
without them,
we'd just be us.
i'm grateful for these tests of worth i subject myself to.
i do the right thing when i can,
and i do what i do when i can't.
nature wins, nurture runs the marathon.
sort of like money talking and bullsh!t walking, yo.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....7x17