Wednesday, October 18

GOOD DAYS.

beau is back!
ian came and got tattooed!
nate almost died of broken lungs!
dudes,
that's all kind of big news...
i mean, seriously, though.
that's a whole mess of handsome fellas in one spot.
in various states of undress and distress, bgut still-
AMPERSAND TATTOO was a hotbed of rugged good looks yesterday,
and luckily,
there were at least a couple of little ladies there to bear witness
to that nexus of raw masculinity.
otherwise,
it might've gotten put to poor use, indeed.
it's not often i've got three friends in one place-
in fact,
at one point, my homeboy thatcher came through with a bushel of apples,
which only added to the turbo elite hottness of the day.
guys!
i had a goodish day with all my good peoples.
and that almost made up for other aspects of the day.
like, nate trying to collapse his lungs,
and my tattoo giveaway prizewinner client coming through with the no-tip,
no-praise, free tatzap wrap-and-run....
awwwwwwww.
no good deed goes unpunished, kids.
remember that.
-
ANYway,
i ended the day on a positive.
yup.
pizza.
uh-huh.
pee eye zee zee ayy.
a.k.a. the best part.
a.k.a. the big action.
a.k.a. my favorite.
check the teleport:

WOW!
i like my pizzas full of toppings,
and i like my toppings to really span the spectrum of flavors and textures.
for real.
homemade red lentil seitan sausages are dope.
broccoli is really dope.
tomatoes are good, maybe not dope, per se, but still, i like 'em.
caramelized onions are turbo-dope.
spinach is popeye-style dopeness, which is a throwback to my first crush, olive oyl.
real talk.
and those fried garlic sprankles?
they are mandatory, man.
yup.
rules is rules.
crushed tomato sauce and daiya mozzarella and semi-semolina crust all work in sync
to create a punctuation mark on my mealtime menu.
i love pizza, kids.
i won't ever say otherwise, because that'd be a lie,
and truth tellers don't ever stop doing what they do-
i write a lot, and i eat a lot of pizza.
that's my thing.
and these days,
i've got more good guys around than usual,
and i sure am grateful for the time we span alongside each other.
*
if i might make a suggestion?
perhaps you should stop by, if that's your thing.
but, only if you're handsome.
there's only room for one old, ugly busted barbarian,
and i'm kind of already there, soooooo,
you'll hae to find another doorway to darken.
i'm looking for illuminators, bro.
no dimbulbs need apply.
yes.
that's elitist.
i know.
that's sort of the point.
now, where's my smarty-pants-wearin' smart-A*s at?
there's room for you at the spot,
we'll just move a bushel of apples out of the way;
never quiet, never soft.....

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