...then things change.
*
duders,
i'm in connecticut.
uh-huh.
the smeggiest suck-sauce in the union is hosting your favorite
woodsly warrior poet for a few days.
neighbors,
it's a hard style, for sure.
since i don't sleep anymore, again, and all that,
i hit the highways and inroads through all the subpar sections
of the lesser, undesirable other other parts of new england.
and now here i am.
back home.
it's where i'm at and where i'm from,
and for the time being, it's what's up.
so why would i want to dive deep down into this doo-doo buttery
brutal barbaric pit of hard-hearted hard feelings and savage stormswept
ferocious gypsy fury?
because i'm NOT an A*hole.
for realsies, y'all.
today is the day,
and like i already told you-
when it's time to make moves,
i move.
ninjas,
i'm here in the heart of the beast because the most important people
in the whole wide world to me are celebrating some serious sh!t today.
that's right.
today,
my oldest daughter,
harvest skye ruth turns twelve.
years old, yo.
in a row.
it's a happy berfday party time.
and so,
because i'm papa bear numero uno,
and also a wrench-choosing right-action activator,
i'm here.
i love my kids more than i hate remembering what i'm made out of.
that's real.
so i'm picking the harder way,
and having a good time no matter what.
we'll see how it goes.
every day is like sunday;
never quiet, never soft.....
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