secret sunnyday.

so,
here's the thing, neighbors-
there's only ever the extreme ends of the spectrum that show up
while i'm at work.
really great folks,
or at least, nice folks who laugh at the right times,
and don't get too picky about the irrelevant details,
or the conversational topics,
always seem to be the ones getting the worst tattoos.
covering up a cover up?
uh-huh.
i can do it.
i'm doing it, even.
but,
it's lucky for me ghat i can chat and joke with my clients,
(often whether or not they like it... but, they need to learn to like it)
because there's hate in my heart for all that extra sh!t-salad i've
got to try and disappear into the new hottness.
i get grumpy when it gets lame at the studio.
i'm grumpy a LOT.
ummm, yeah.
yesterday was another 'nother case of
'you need solutions, therefore, i inherit your problems'.
and i'm in charge of all the total poooooop gettin' transformed (hopefully)
into fertile ground for something better.
its too soon to tell if it is gonna work or not,
but it made the first half of my workday a total pain in my A*-hole.
ouch.
*
and then i did a firefighter tattoo.
...with fire in it.
that's always confusing.
like a straight-edge dude getting a pot leaf,
or a lesbian getting a tattoo of a hairy wiener,
or a racist getting portraits of great ethnic leaders-
its counter-intuitive and it just doesn't make any sense to me.
yet, firefighters never get tattoos of water or fire extinguishers...
just picture after picture after picture of the one thing
they spend all day trying to eliminate.
maybe they secretly love it?
probably.
aaaaaand that was the way i spanned the second half of my workday.
it just seems to take forever and ever to get it all over with,
and i was a hungry skeleton body by the time we closed the doors.
*
the third act, though, kids.
uh-huh.
that was the big expert activation,
and it made the turdtumblin' 'tardation of tattoo time disappear.
check the teleport:

mexican dinnertime,
just waiting, all hot and delicioso, right there on the table when i got home?
mmmmmmmmmm.
cilantro lime rice,
and refried beans,
and guacamole and salsa and ships,
and piles of soft tacos with spicy tofu and tomatoes and salad???
yeah!
i ate so flippin' much, so quickly,
that it seemed like the only way to go from there was to do this:

ugh.
so fat.
sorbet with sprankles,
and a cigar ride with the woman who made it all really happen?
that's the best big business i could've even asked for,
without ever even having to ask-
and that's was more than i deserve, really.
the days are so full of work,
and the nights are so full of strangely cold weather.
the dinnertimes,
and the friendtimes,
and the funtimes,
in drips and drabs,
trickles and tickles,
are the only bright spots, and they are fleeting and far apart.
but i have 'em, and it'd suck all the balls without these kindnesses,
and togetherness of participants who really make the glimpses of goodness
clearer than if i was left to do all that on my own.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and for the ones who matter enough to make 'em with me;
never quiet, never soft.....