going hard, staying hard, in style.

shirtsleeves?
no way, duders.
we went full-on sideless to celebrate
the sexiness of friday the thirteenth.
that's real.
complete with short-sleeve stocking-style cap,
and brand new activated sweatshorts.
wait a minute.....
that sounds like jocktard A*hole gear!
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
the woodsly goodness has a big lawn in the middle of it.
it's even got a name-
schouler park.
that is the spot where pretty all the centrally celebrated sh!t
that gets poppin' in the mount washington valley goes off.
it's what all y'all would call the village green.
plenty of people,
plenty of kids, dog, frisbees, y'know-
an expert interactive social environment for people
to hang out and about within and on.
...and also for really real ninjas to get rad at.
what's that?
who gets rad?.
a better question would be:
who plays wet grass barefoot futbol?
i doo-doo that.
mini soccer has mini goals and a tiny ball,
and it is designed to hurt you.

ouch.
splintered shins,
stubbed toes,
skinned knees,
grassburns,
all that.
neighbors,
friday night was pretty tight.
young duders, 2/3rds my age, hanging out,
gettin' sweaty, being seen, being scene.
that's retroactive youthful exuberance.
i'm old and busted, but i'm not dead and gone.
until then?
it's all really happening.
occupational space and time spanning;
never quiet, never soft.....