Where I come from, layouts are the ultimate sign of commitment—perhaps things that might compare include the ring, or a lover’s name tattoed on one’s shoulder—so naturally, definitive evidence of such a commitment are of much value when eliciting anamnesis—during bragging sessions. The “receipt” if you will, to dangle in your friends faces. A point for the story, two if it’s good. Five if there’s a bruise and ten if there’s blood. This is a wound like so many derived from that most wonderful game of Ultimate—initially a minor abrasion, which when scabbed, evolves into so much more. Especially when that scab is completely re-moved, in a situation near identical to that which created the first injury. Isn’t it pretty? No more layouts for a bit ):
the rasberry, as its known in these parts, is a symbol of pride. I think, if one were to stretch the analogy further, the scab will continue to be removed until one takes the time to let it fully heal, and then the skin will likely never break there again. letting a lesson soak in, a skill blossom to mastery? it goes on like this.
P.S. I’ve sent a random wanderer your way; she’s interested in the biodiesel hope and I figured if you’re far from a master of the craft thus far, you might at least point her in some right directions for such a query. Miss you friend; glad I get to have a taste of your ghost in this here shell.
~ little Danny M