eleven.

i waited all day, duders.
mmhmm.
even though the whole entire day was unfolding in front of my face,
i waited.
a day off is a helluva thing in these parts.
because all the everything that needs doing
needs doing during the daylight business hours of just one little bitty
short sweet square on the calendar.
that's a hard style,
and it's a busy scramble every single time.
still,
i waited.
i did.
my schedule isn't the same as anyone else's.
wednesdays?
i mean, c'mon.
only old people have wednesdays off.
so i waited.
i am a patient boy.....
i wait, i wait, i wait, i wait.
ugh.
but when the time was right,
and amber arrived at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
a juggernautical dash to the fair was all we could even think do.
what else even IS there to do?
nothing.
not after a whole day, from the early rabbity page-turnin' morning onwards.
all that waiting,
all that hunger,
all that monomaniacal craving-
the singlemindedness of obsession, maybe?
maybe.
OR,
total commitment to eight days of excellence,
and let the day-off doo-doo butter be damned!
yup.
neighbors,
check the what-the-F*-is-the-point-without-falafel-type-teleport:

mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
tabouleh and hummus and garlic and garlic and garlic,
tomatoes and lettuce, and two types of that that ho' sauce,
and so much black pepper.
expert.
and that's all i wanted for my F*ing face.
now, for what it's worth-
i've also been pacing myself through non-falafel treats.
hmm?
yeah.
like, desserts.
y'know?
french-style fries one day,
cotton candy another,
fried dough a third....
so yesterday, i came to a realization.
a moment of clarity, even.
do y'all know what goes great with falafel?
exxxactly!!
MORE FALAFEL.
check the number-eleven-came-right-om-time-type teleport:

sometimes,
too much isn't even enough.
usually, that only happens when circumstances involve falafel.
can't help it kids, i love them.
in my mouth.
even though i'm feeling the usual aftereffects of overindulgence.
(translation: chick pea butthole)
what?
oh, yes, indeed- it's so totally worth it.
i did some shoppin',
i started some projects,
i made some treats,
i wrote,
i drove,
i blazed away at a stinky stogie with my sweetie,
it all unfurled like a massive, magestic, magical tapestry,
all the threads, interwoven, and revealed,
as a royal sigil, a regal symbol, a really-real worthy warrior poetic waving flag
of all the best parts.
am i worried that winter is headed this way?
not today.
today is for tattoos,
and falafel,
and that's all.
this is it.
if you aren't 'bout it,
you're very possibly an A*-hole.
i'm not sayin',
i'm just sayin';
never quiet, never soft.....