Monday, February 11

background?!

i'm gonna just be done with this one now.
i added a broken blast of skylight behind the tree,
and that's not my usual style at all.
i guess i'm growing?
maybe i'm like a tree?
like, i'm old, gnarled, and dropping leaves?
or i put down roots and stunted myself?
or i'm forever reaching upwards to a light i'll never touch?
jeez.
maybe i'm just trying to scrape up some more movie checks by adding
blue behind big half-back pieces?
F* it, neighbors, i don't know.
just check the teleport:
yeah.
four sittings in four weeks.
if every client gave half as much of a sh!t about getting tattooed as this guy,
every day would only ever be half bad, instead of the worst ever.
*
hamden, connecticut got the most snow, y'all.
forty mutha-'ucking inches of that heavy white jauns.
that's a lot.
i guess that officially means even ma nature recognizes that that place needed
a whitewash of quiet and clean punishment for it's wayward weak sauce ways.
awwwwww, man!
but don't get it twisted, ninjas-
that's where i'm from, after all,
so there will always be some hamden warrior spirit
pumping and thumping and banging around inside my heart an' that-
however,
that doesn't mean i'm glad it wasn't the woodsly goodness that got pummeled.
yeah.
sorry, mom and dad, but at least you get to hold the record!
ha.
it's my last day before the weekend that poets of truth and justice celebrate.
one last lousy day of work.
one measly weasely day of doo-doo buttery tattbombs,
and then it's all mine to do with as i will.
i like that.
special valentine's sh!t is in the works.
the kids come up on friday,
and we span a whole stretch of winter school vacation time alongside each other.
dope.
family togetherness may be exactly what i need.
it's no disney vacation wonderland,
but then again,
we all remember how that turned out;
never quiet, never soft.....

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