the new fuego.

winter fires are dope, duders.
heck yeah!
and when the activation society gets together
for a wind-chapped little bitty-bit of savage pre-storm barbarian hottness,
it's even flippin' better.
that's a thing.

young teddy turns twenty three today,
so austin came over, and cucch stayed over,
and we all got it together and lit some stuff ablaze to burn away the double-deuces.
while we were at it,
big ol' bags of boxes, and bales of paper and cardboard ALL got fired up.
i mean,
what the F* is recycling anyway?
i'll give you a hint:
....it's a bunch of sh!t that we light on fire!
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keeping it inflammable keeps it warm and gets it going louder, and fresher,
and harder, too.
we needed to inspire ourselves to the right survivalist mindset for berfdays
and snow barrages and early morning snow removal times.
i think it worked.
it also may have incited some tough-guy-style bro posing.
for realsies.
check the stonehenge arm-wrassle teleport:

ha!
you like that the cucch is blowing up out the back!
(expert)
i was there too, obviously,
but i didn't have the photogenics or long-enough arms to get us all in frame.
so here's a little solo shot for all the ladies out there:

sorry about the face.
it's regrettably the only one i've got.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
staying ugly comes naturally,
but then again, staying dope does too.
natural affinities and infinite natures.
spades is spades an' that, y'all.
we do what we do.
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it's been pretty good around here, neighbors.
i mean it.
an ocean of awesome seems to be sort of surrounding me.
who knew that was gonna happen?
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is the headquarters of my real life;
and it's the warm worthy center of the woodsly goodness in these white mountains.
it's pretty much like an island in the middle of it all.
and it's all really happening.
it's still about these hard styles,
and long nights,
and empty beds,
but it seems to make more sense these days.
so it can't be all bad.
there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for everything,
it just takes the right kind of confidants and confidence to see it.
like,
i am taking pictures of myself far more regularly.
i didn't realize how few i had until i looked back on the last decade
in twice a year increments of photographic proof.
you'd think all i ever did was smoke cigars by the fire,
and that's more of an exception than a rule...
however,
i still make the same sh!tty face all the time.
check the skewed-hat teleport:

unimpressed, but marginally optimistic, kids.
my squinty smirk is only half half as bad as it was yesterday.
and that's good news, probably.
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oh,
and the abominable blizzard wizardry is in full effect.
sitting in snowbanks smoking a pipe and not giving even half a sh!t
is definitely on the menu board as today's specialty.
feet of snow is how we're reppin' this northern extremism,
and i have to tell you guys-
i'm into it.
shoveling and stacking and salting and staying home by the hearth?
all good things.

flame on, mutha-F*ers;
never quiet, never soft.....