...a.k.a. "tattoo day." As promised, I'm not posting any photos of
my ink. This, however, is the arm of "my guy"—the artist who does my stuff. No, I didn't have him redo it on me.
It's a tradition that we go out for Chinese after tattooing (or serious discussions thereof). For some reason we ended up parking way the fook West, all the way down by the Courthouse. This is what I grew up thinking that court buildings looked like. Is it any wonder that I wanted to be a lawyer?
It looks that nice inside, too.
It's a tradition that we go out for Chinese after tattooing (or serious discussions thereof). For some reason we ended up parking way the fook West, all the way down by the Courthouse. This is what I grew up thinking that court buildings looked like. Is it any wonder that I wanted to be a lawyer?
It looks that nice inside, too.
"Life is the story of creation and forgotten."--a comment (with porn link attached) from "John G John G"
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