After my recent dealings with carb issues and a funky ass charging problem, all I wanted to do was get out on the road for a bit. A nice, long ride sounded spectacular. Due to my excessive gardening the night before, I slept in..much needed rest anyhow. The long days and back breaking work of a tattooer really take their toll, well, not really..I just have poor health and like to sleep when I have the opportunity. I may, in fact, be lazy.
10:30 rolls in and I call my buddy Tim, tell him I heading to the farm. I kick the Slayer to life and hit the road. A short cruise on the freeway and some country roads lead me to my destination. Timmo is up, hangin out, nothing to do on a Sunday. Let's head to the shop for a few! He pulls out Priscilla, his shovel, and we prepare for liftoff. T-minus 1 cigarette.
We cruise the backroads to the JTO compound, an awesome day for a putt. Not too hot, not too chilly. Perfect. We arrive in time for an invite to lunch with Jamey and the twins, fuck yeah! I like food. Burgers: engage!
After a quick lunch, Papa and the twins headed for home while Timmo and I set out to find some trouble. Where the hell should we go....Hmm.....howsabouts the bar? Ok! We rode maybe a mile to the local watering hole where Aaron's woman works and ordered up a whiskey and a beer each. One of each turned into two of each and our motors were primed. Let's get!
No real destination in mind, Timmo offered up dinner at his farm. No way I could contest. We zipped out to the farm and and quickly dropped anchor on the couch, sharing laughs and bullshitting about daily life. The ever so elusive Cyndi was also in attendance and shared in our conversation. I hadn't talked to her in WAY too long! We played a bit of catch up and decided it was time for a bit of gardening.
After pulling many a weed, things started to slow down a bit, as they often do. Timmo fired up the barbecue and made us some good ass something or other. I don't really remember what it was, picking produce makes me forgetful. Nonetheless, I fucked up whatever was on my plate. I do remember it being delicious!
The sun started going down and that was my queue to hit it. My tired, red eyes were starting to close more and more. I said my goodbyes, handed out the customary hug and handshake, and hit the road. Destination: home.
It had been WAY too long since I had been out to the farm, and I'm stoked that Timmo invited me. It's always a blast hangin out with him because, well..he's a rad motherfucker! I need to make The Farm a more frequent destination.
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