big hellos and tough goodbyes.

there's only one ace numero uno homeboy in any worthy warrior poet's world.
that's not to say that there aren't important people,
and valuable connections,
and intimate activation to be had throughout the rest of the days and nights
that make up a really real life full of time and space and spirit and memory.
i mean,
c'mon.
there are always folks you like a whole lot....
but only one is your OTHER.
y'know?
i'm talking about a corn/markovski pairing of superheroic team-up action!
if you don't know, you'd do well to find out about what's up.
here's the thing.
my main duder isn't the easiest to get ahold of.
he's busy,
i'm busy, we're both busy, and that's almost alwayson hi, and nearly impossible to avoid.
after all,
we're a whole lot alike, and we doo-doo the same sort of all-consuming work-ethic
gloriously laborious immensely fully-immersive task-mastery.
mmmhmmmm.
so,
imagine my surprise when he showed up,
heading north instead of west,
on his way to utah from the crackery crap-island of martha's vineyard,
by way of the white mountainous woodsly goodness.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.

the cucch is a better friend than i'll ever deserve,
and that's no joke.
we spent a day mirroring each other's sentiments,
and spanning all the time as hard as we could....
this might've been the last day we'll spend in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
so we had stumps,
and an upcycled fuego furioso:

that's right.
and in the morning,
before the hard goodbye,
and his long drive,
and my continued efforts at the tattzap studio,
we fired up a farewell plate of panwells.
panwells?
yeah.
i wrote what i meant.
teleport:

i don't just pancake.
i panwell, kids.
why?
because panniecakes are what i do on the mornings when i have guests.

and even if that guest is also my most familial friend,
my most barbaric blood brother,
and my truest bestest buddy,
i'm still obliged to let that batter rest, and then launch some flappy jacks
onto the griddle so we can stuff our faces with one last shark-gluttonous meal
before the miles and miles of roadways
get eaten up by truck tires and westward expansion.
damn.
he's gone again already.
...maybe for good.
it actually never gets easier to say adios,
and i s'pose that says a lot, too.
right?
if i said i was psyched to see him go,
that'd probably be a good indicator we aren't actually all that tight.
but, i'm super-bummed out that he's outta here,
even though he's headed back to his sweet baby mama
and their first year anniversary of marriage and true love and all of that.
good for him.
and honestly,
that little bit of visit really elevated the summer,
and alleviated a lingering sense of loss i've been enduring.
sure,
he's homeward bound,
but i was an out-of-the-way necessary pit-stop.
i'm grateful as F* for the time we get.
that's real.
it's all really happening,
hard, fresh, and loud;
never quiet, never soft.....