considered.

duders,
i'm the busiest one.
i mean it.
i've got stacks and stacks of to-do doo-doo piling up,
and less and less time to get into any of it.
that's a thing.
there's a litany of activities i've got to eventually give in
and take care of, here and at work,
but before i get into any of that,
i've got to give off a little gratitude
towards the generosity of my peoples.
work can wait,
chores will keep,
and all of it can really happen a little bit later.
first off,
my godfather (i'm serious) uncle bill
always hooks me up when he goes on vacation.
i mean, how expert is that?
so,
fresh montecristo stumps came to reside in my posession,
from wherever it's warm, to the woodsly goodness,
via the mailbox i do so dearly love to receive treats in.
yeah.
and just because he is a damned good guy,
i've got relaxation conflagration ready and waiting.
you can't beat that, can you?
hmmmm.
check the teleport:

uh-huh.
alligator head action.
campy and kitschy and totally flippin' rad.
amber brought one back from her beach-party weeklong
escape down in cape coral, florida.
what?
yeah, florida.
i KNOW, neighbors.
florida, tho, for realsies....it's the worst.
the last time i went to florida,
all i got was divorced.
womp womp.
hahahaha.
this time, however,
i get to have a leathered-up cut off killed-up head,
and i didn't have to go there to get it.
that's twice as great, for none of the traveling;
which means it's ultimate expertism, for certain.
it's nice knowing i'm thought of when others should be enjoying themselves.
y'know?
i'd like to think that i'm semi-memorable,
but it isn't until the wrapped-up curios and cigars arrive
that i ever feel like that's actually true.
stuff wins over words.
words are invisible, but stuff is tactile.
my eyes and my hands and my heart can carry weight
that gives gravity and heft to what's said,
just so long as there's tangible proof of it.
i'm lucky to be considered, and i know it;
never quiet, never soft.....