and half robot skull face,
i didn't ask a single question.
jim has been getting tattooed at the studio since forever ago.
he's an old bikery guy from vermont,
and he's not effing around.
so,
even though his wife thought he was just being crazy,
and his adult son was shaking his head in confusion,
i just took him at his word,
and took a sh!tty selfie,
and then shredded half of it off.
uh-huh.
i'm not the chairman of the good-idea commission, neighbors.
i'm a street-shop tattbombin' disenfranchised
and disillusioned grind-date-maker,
and i doo-doo that zipzappin' crap-slappin' sh!t.
word up.
check the old-and-busted-and-bobotronic-type teleport:
'even with only half a head, robot-you has more hair than you do'.
yes.
that was actually said.
out loud.
by a bald(er) dude than me.
awwwwwww.
but somebody got some of my face forever.
isn't that flattering?
kinda.
i mean
he wanted my face..... destroyed.
backhanded complimentary activation is always invited though.
and harder styles aren't likely to show up unannounced.
the thing of it is-
there ARE times when interesting things are afoot.
it isn't all treats and defeats.
there are brights and lights and delights and fights i'm winning-
it's ALL really happening,
good bad and ugly.
the quantities of each are where the real-life documentarianism skews
the reporting of what's up and what's going down.
good. bad. ugly.
like i said.
there's the least of the former, the most of the middle,
and the everpresent compulsory calamity of a big dumb faceful of the latter.
there are worse things out there.
you can be as ugly as sin just as long as you're dope.
that's a thing.
i'm doing what i can to put up the correct proportions,
and keep my stats balanced.
rules is rules, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....
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