top o’ the food chain

i’m ok with challenges. meaning: i accept them as opportunities, usually after an initial meltdown.
there’s a story in me ‘bout boggers. a tobacco road for cranberry farmers. you know it.
scott looks cool. even boggin’.
i need another tattooo.
not to look cool. just to fix this need.
in other fixes: sharks play tonight & on Versus, thank the Lord Stanley.
i need that.

i wonder a bit about head trauma and autistic like symptoms. it’s not just giving a thing a name; it’s a clearer direction in which to search for the solution, uh, if one’s needed, ‘n stuff.

i never imagined myself older. i tried & couldn’t. hence, never having a career direction until ’99, ahem. Damn. Coming up 9 years and i’m nearly as far away from it then as I am now.
But to return, my 10 year old self would think this self ok. Cooler than expected, i suppose. There wasn’t a successful ideal in my imagination. There’s always been nothing. Until hockey, of course, but it sounds so trite & waivers with my belief.

blahzie blah blah.

beautiful weather, in the hunter moon.

i hope they all miss & get mauled.