yeah.
it was me.
...and my copilot handsome adam rode shotgun for the longest,
slipperiest, traffic-packed hard-hearted black-iced brutality we could've
skidded and slalomed through on a ferocious april showery storming friday.
ugh.
it was pretty terrible, y'all.
that's real.
so,
i'm sorta sorry about spending the whole day in the car, duder!
but that's what happens when you want to get something good.
it costs something awful.
without the bitter, the sweet's just not as sweet, y'heard?
and sometimes,
in the in-between times from acrid to sugary,
you have to take a gamble on a memory of a place,
and try to make the magic happen as a consolation prize for an otherwise
inescapably gaytarded bowing-down to mature responsible adult obligations.
huh?
oh.
we went rogue on our road trip,
and detoured to susty's, neighbors.
yeah.
susty's radical vegan eats cafe, my ninjas.
we ate weird soy fritters, and tofu fries, and 'scuits and gravy:
yum4tum.
and then we got expert on some seitan pepper steaks:
the lame chips got activated on adam's courteous request,
and they got nacho-holed to to eleven.
dope.
and then i had a brownie,
because i was already full, so i had to hurt myself a little more:
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fatness for my face,
and aches for my bellyhole.
i doo-doo that.
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then,
filled to the brim,
we bounced a bit farther south,
and sat in a suckhole of negativity,
in the rain,
behind a bunch of weak-sauce b!tchbags on the highway.
i'm pretty sure that only A*-holes were on the road yesterday.
i mean, besides us, obviously.
adding hours to an already overlong journey is great, right?
no way.
but,
we picked up the princesses,
and they're here with us safe and sound and so dope.
family togetherness is in effect, kids.
with MY kids, even.
it's all really happening,
and freezing rain, harsh winds, and schedule conflicts aren't gonna
turn any of it down even one little notch.
the future is where we're headed;
never quiet, never soft.....
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