alone, in the rain.

neighbors,
i spent a LOT of time covering up an armband tattoo yesterday,
WITH another 'nother armband tattoo.
that's real.
i don't know why i though it would take a much shorter time,
but it ended up working out pretty well.
y'see,
i was inside for more of the day,
whereas it was raining outside all of the day.
so i was less wet,
and more lucratively enhanced than if i'd been outside
somewhere other than the tattzappin' studio.
yeah.
i guess i'm just looking for a little perspective.
work is work, and it's a heckuva lot better to be busy when you're there.
and since i'm no quitter,
i toughed it out, and did some decent artsy action,
freehanded and formulated-form-following-functionary universal patterns.
sound confusing?
it was!
also,
i did the original tattoo we were covering up years ago.
like,
i was covering my own armband tattoowork,
with a whole new bigger armband tattoo.
no, really.
i mean it.
and that makes for a hard style, usually.
this time, though, friends, we both sought out bright spots,
and put a positive spin on a normally more-awkward scenario.
also,
i talked about buttholes.
namely,
my own post-falafalyptic reality.
yep.
falafalyptic.
oh, c'mon.
falafel apocalype takes too long to say, and isn't as clever.
aww man, don't ruin it......
anyway,
when i was finally all finished slogging through the swollen inner armskin?
you know what comes next, don'tcha?
yeah!
i drove back to fryeburg maine,
slid into a free parking spot,
and i trudged, and i plodded, and i slogged through the swampy mudpuddles
of the sloppy sopping soupy poop-skids of the fairground...
...and did what needed doing.
check the bitter-end-to-a-hard-day-type-teleport:

yes.
two more of the cure for what ails me.,
ironically, what ails me is also what i was curing by eating more.
seven days of falafel,
and i'll tell you what-
i wasn't even a little bit excited until those were in my actual hands.
but once i was holding those pouches of pure pleasure in my chilly mitts,
i immediately remembered just how much i love 'em.
i'm just sayin', friends-
look at 'em!
they are the best.
i'm talkin' about those super-smooth-ground, exxxtra-decorative, drizzled,
accented, pickled hottness-activated saturday night expert jauns.
i doo-doo that fatty-boombattie-fried-food-for-a-week-style sh!t.
uh-huh.
rules is rules, kids.
that's it.
today?
oh, yeah.
one last day.
one last foray into the fair, until next year.
one final feast for my face.
i may even go early,
so i can get back to what matters at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
time keeps passing even when responsible adulthood takes a week off.
peak foliage ends today.
next weekend is columbus day,
and that marks the end of tourists until the end of november.
i'm glad i've been able to get busy, stay busy, and conduct business
as loudly, as freshly, and as hard as i have been-
now we'll see if i can sustain that momentum without the workload,
and the collateral movie checks,
while i finish up all this costuming, creating, crafting, and cooking.
and while i hate to admit it,
i'll admit it-
monday night sans falafel may actually be a welcome reversal.
we'll see;
never quiet, never soft.....