the garbage man.

awwwwwwww, man.
grocery shopping.
y'know,
responsible adult activity,
a necessary chore-style exchange of currency for ingredients,
and all of it on a day when it's supposed to snow even more?
ugh.
the worst thing about a double snow day?
grocery stocker-uppers.
that's a thing.
you know the mindset-
milk and bread milk and bread milk and bread.
quick, in a hurry, gotta gotta get it or else we'll never survive!!!!!
hahahahahah.
so dumb.
snow shoppers are panic shoppers,
and panic shoppers are moms,
and moms make the grocery store terrible,
because they bring the accessory that qualifies them.
got it?
yeah.
kids.
and a grocery store full of moms and kids is the WORST.
so,
i opted not to.
hmmmmmm?
what?
do i have to go and do what everybody else does?
no way, neighbors.
not once, not never ever.
instead,
i used up all the random bits and pieces in my refrigerator,
to make something that was expert anyway.
real talk.
check the garbage-can-type teleport:

yeah!
tacos de trompo or somethin'.
brussels sprouts, collard greens, shallots, two kinds of mushrooms,
little colorful bell peppers, garlic, one soysage, a bunch of seitan,
nootch, g.p.o.p., and black pepper everywhere,
with pea shoots for dressin' 'em up in fried corn tortillas,
with marinated grape tomatoes and cukes on the side.
whatever i found, i used.
my buddy beau appreciates food, and appreciates creativity,
and it's so much nicer to cook for two than it is for one.
eating alone is pure crap, kids.
breakfast is bad enough,
but suppertime is definitely for friendship not loneliness.
i guess i lucked out in that regard.
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plus,
instead of helping cook,
he helped haul in firewood!
double the dopeness for my face,
and twice the wood in half the time...
which is even better news since it's snowing already,
and promises to continue until tomorrow.
too much is the right amount,
like it or not.
we accept it, friends, because there's no use faking reality.
nature is gonna win.
we'll still fight the good fight,
and shovel the deep powder,
and slog through the sludge, for sure.
but,
hard hearts are gonna break, always.
the toughest materials explode into the deadliest shrapnel, tho.
the more there is,
the longer it takes,
the greater the forces exerted onto us,
the more explosive the eventual overreaction, y'know?
keep snowing, sky-
keep blowing, wind-
keep freezing, Fortress-
keep sucking, waterbabies-
it's all always really happening,
until it isn't...
there's an opposing force holding it all together,
but only nature is infinite, so only nature wins;
never quiet, never soft.....