Some lady stopped me on the street on the way to work this morning to ask if she could get a copy of this, and have it done herself: Rest assured that I didn’t punch her and run away, but I considered it.
This is my brain since I decided on my next tattoo: I should get it in color! I want it on my arm! But none of the other tattoos on my arms are in color! But I want it on my arm! And I want it in color! But! But none of the other… But I want it in color! ...
In the bathroom, where I try to do all my important thinking, I realized that I have tattoo-based habits. Like the fact that I roll up my sleeves without even thinking about it, or that I prefer wearing v-necks. I wonder if that’s weird. Last night was bowling. I was below my average, mostly because I managed to have really ...
THIS HAPPENED. Friday night, Cindi and Matt and I parked near Luce and hopped a train to the other side of town to have dinner at Grumpy’s before the Doomtree show. We rode back shortly after 9 to meet up with Wendy and Willis. As we stepped off the train, a dude asked us if we wanted free drinks, and ...