it begins with sandwiches.

ugh!
neighbors,
there's an awful lot of awful included in every day.
i mean it.
a sh!tload of sh!tty sh!t-salad occupies many of the available hours,
and that's a hard style.....
but,
there's some pretty good stuff tossed in there, too.
it's sometimes so much harder to see it, but it's still there.
you just need sharper eyes, and sharper knives,
and everything becomes clearer.
mmhmm.
i tattooed a ton yesterday.
and i tattooed more, longer, and harder, than i would've liked.
that's my job, so it's what i do when i'm at work.
the thing of it is,
i've been held over into the afterhours allotment of time too often.
huh?
no.
i'm not being a baby.
i'll stay late, and i'll come in early, and i'll crush some tattzaps,
provided there's some sweet moolah waitin' at the ends of my efforts.
that's real talk.
but, duders,
let's be honest with each other.....
working is important, if that's all you've got.
i mean it.
a man without a purpose, no matter how banal, is worthless-
if you're a worker, then you'd better work,
otherwise, what is the point of you?
boom.
that's a hard style, but i know a harder one-
yuuuuuuuuuup.
i'm steady blastin' tattzzzzzzz, and that's cool, as far as it goes,
but, more importantly, and of far higher priority is another 'nother true fact:
it's sandwich week.
and hey, now, for really realsies?
sitting at the studio wiping blood and ink off of people is NOT as
awesome as eating homemade hottness by the bunful, buddy.
that's no joke.
my job is to tattoo doo-doo butter on b!tchbags and necktards,
but my passion is to F* up a holy helluva lot of expert vegan food.
das IT.
so,
when i'm sloggin' through an overdose of work,
and it's taking longer than i thought,
and i'm staying later than i'd like,
and i'm getting hungrier than is advisable for a moody vegetarian monster?
uh-oh.
that's none of it too good of news, now is it?
nope.
lucky for me, and for my fatbelly appetite
i have a dinnertime partner who loves the big action of invented events
almost as much as i do.
why is that good news?
because i came home to a sandwich already ready to go, dummy!
woooooohoooooooooo.
that's expert.
amber made the introductory kickoff while i was headed homeward.
the best sandwich is the one that's already waiting.
believe it-
and then check the teleport:

cilantro-almond pesto, (that's right- she made the fancy pants jauns);
herbed fried tofu steaks;
lettuce, tomato, and cucumber;
all on a lightly toasted half-loaf of italian bread?
c'mon.
showing up to the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is always my favorite part,
but walking in to the smell of excellence?
that's even better.
***********
i've got prep to activate.
i don't have any pickled onions yet,
nor any pickled peppers,
and my sweet daikon-scallion-carrot blend, in brine, isn't going to boil itself.
i've got work to do, before work,
and i've got work to do, after work.
the important thing is- i'm working on it.....
...and all of it is really happening,
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....