the future.

damn.
duders,
today is the day.
yes.
it really is.
and it's a berfday, at that.
berfdays are always a big deal, even when you don't make a big deal out of them.
and as for not making a big deal......
that's not invited to the big quinceanera i'm headed to.
yuuuuuup.
harvest skye,
my dear darling little gumdrop,
isn't a cute little girl anymore.
nope.
i mean, she's still a girl, and she's pretty cute.
obvi.
but,
now she's big.
actually, to be honest, she's kinda short, (she gets that from her ma),
but she's grown an' sh!t, and she looks like a person,
not a child.
and  now she's fifteen.
i'm sayin', today marks the big day,
the laughably off-course back to the future final prediction,
AND the day i've got a fifteen year old daughter to deal with.
fifteen years, neighbors.
what do i do about that?
oh.
i know the answer to that question!
what i doo-doo is:
i bake a cake,
wrap a gift,
and head down to connecticut.in a whirlwind round trip of
active participation in actual attendance,
with a fresh batch of best-behavior family togetherness,
a slice of cake,
some singing of the song that makes it officially a berfday,
and quick sleepytime shut-eye layover,
before i'm back on the road at early-shirley o'clock,
headed straight up and over to my woodsly goodsly home in these majestic
autumnal snow-capped mountains of new hampshirey super-sweetness,
all so that my day off is used up,
but i still don't miss a beat.
i mean, c'mon.
i'm on my grind at all times,
and the movie checks aren't going to make themselves...
damn.
for serious,
berfday presents aren't free, and when kids gets big,
the fat stacks get depleted much more rapidly.
ha.
i think that's an old man perspective.
womp womp.
the thing of it is-
hard styles are complementary to happy days,
and one without the other is like sandwiches without bread.
y'know?
like, it's not a thing.
...you need 'em both to make the magic happen.
similar to the two compounds that combine to make the big boomsplosions
in die hard with a vengeance, y'feel me?
mmhmm.
the interactive chain reaction can't happen with just one element in place.
that's right.
and that's why i always keep a hard style close at hand.
that way,
if there needs to be some happy happiness,
i can counterbalance and cantilever the side-effects with some savage,
stormswept, raging gypsy berserker fury, and swallow up the aftershocks
of a carefree celebration, and bookend the big action with really-realness.
y'get it?
no?
oh, well.
maybe a picture of some elite berfy-d style cake might help you understand?
check the fresh-to-death-to-berf-to-day-today-type teleport:

wooooohoooooooo!!!!!
happy berfday harvest.
we got ourselves a vegan white-chocolate-infused vanilla bean cake-
with a layer of ganache and a layer of chocolate frosting in place;
sweet, dark, and sticky sugar glue for holding the two cakey jauns together;
whipped peanut butter frosting, AND chocolate frosting accents
for fully formed and fifteen-year-maturity-style flavorbombs in each bite;
plus,
because we take fifteen to eleven,
and because too much is the right amount,
there are shaved dark chocolate truffle sprankles, too.
expert expert expert expert expert.
yeah!!
chocolate is good for you,
and peanut butter is the truth,
and cake?
well, cake is what makes it a berfday,
and not just another 'nother gathering of F*ing A*-holes.
get with it,
and come get a slice....
but don't forget to show up with a berfday present for the special lady, though.
on the ones,
this isn't a charity soup kitchen, sucka.
***********
i'm headed south for a short span,
and i'm not going alone, which is the best news i've got.
ampy-d is riding shotgun,
and she's in charge of the radio on the way down.
it's much nicer not to have to go it alone,
and i could use some new eyes for the same-old routines.
i'm gonna see some of my people,
and both of my children,
and ALL of the food.
oh yes, friends-
there will be pizza,
and there will be the obligatory today-is-the-fifth-year-anniversary tradition
of emergency tofutti with spranx for our lickity-lickin' faces!
word up.
this is it.
a big day, all around.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given,
and i'm pretty flippin' psyched to see my not-so-little ones.
spanning time, and space, is what's up.
i'm over here tying to affect the future,
but where i'm going, i absolutely need roads.
real talk;
never quiet, never soft.....