in-betweens.

a little work,
a little play,
a little baby bit of coffee-shop socializing,
a whole lot of driving,
a small spattered smattering of smoothie,
and a dinner with 'the dudes'.
full, hard, long, hot, wet, rainy,
lightning-striking viking ventures and adventures
from the woodsly goodness to the water's edge,
all mutha-flippin' dang day long.
duders,
i hung out like a social butterfly,
but i kept it real just like a moth.
you know.
i hit up the whole spectrum of vacationary possibilities.
riverside tanning,
foresty hiking,
tax-free shopping,
tattoo shop cussing and fussing,
frappuccino sipping,
chit-chatting,
under-the-awning-in-a-rainstorm smoothie drinking,
showing off my flaming sleeves, ahem, my firearms, i mean.
c'mon.
dinner for eight, at eight, with eight separate checks....
yeah.
that happened.
swipey-card-carrying robot-moneyed young'uns
have to make things more complicated for the sake
of simplifying their own conveniences.
a posse of young men stuffing chimichangas down their faces,
and my sad bean tacos getting shoveled down mine.
ahh, the joys of membership in a group of self-discovering males.
nothing says 'approachable' like a gang of randy youths,
and one grey-haired old monster-man,
hanging out on the town,
getting loud and fresh,
and repping the hardest styles.
that's just a thing i guess....
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so,
neighbors,
maybe you've heard about how i get expert?
y'know, how i actively find new ways
to travel to the future, like a pioneer of participation
in it's purest sense, right?
yuuuuuuuuup.
teleport, mutha-F*ers:

yes, that's a smoothie
...with SPRANKLES!!
boo-ya, b!tches.
my people in the industry will put those spranks on anything!
i've got the power like that.
oh, SNAP!.
get it?
it's cool,
that one was for the adults.
frosty beverages and thick straws.
a recipe for frozen brains and hard suckin'.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....