best.

some nights are better than others.
a saturday night,
in the woodsly goodness,
outside the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
smoking stumps,
talking noise,
and warming up next to some hot fire,
on the crunchy cold dried-up fallen leaves,
with no girls in sight anywhere?
yeah.
we doo-doo that rustic mountain manly-type sh!t.
check the teleport:

me and the cucch, neighbors-
we do what we do, wherever we are.
mostly, that means we stay ugly, and stay dope.
and that's easier than it sounds, too.
two times the work, twenty times the results-
that's synergy, son.
still,
we made sure we were keeping it expert in the darkness.
that means making ourselves useful,
and making it seem useless to resist the lure of keeping it simple
with your best friend in the whole wide F*ing world.
that's a thing.
some nights are better than others;
never quiet, never soft.....