Know

how I head off hearing about peoples kids

houses

jobs

possessions 

vacations

etc?

I mean you can see it coming

what they wanna talk to you about.

What they wanna tell you all about.

I just flash 'em deuces waist high.

Tell em,

"Eight weeks to riding season."

Keep on walking.

Fucking kills em.

Well?

Wats the difference?

I don't wanna hear about their shit

any more than they wanna hear about mine.

So I just cut it off at the pass and carry on.

:-).

Truth BTW.

Eggs.

Barrel staves.

Authenticity.

This.

Everything.

I love you Lucy.