I’ve got more holes in my body, more scars, more tattoos, more stories about the dangers of ingesting large quantities of drugs (warning kids, you too could end up with a jesus tattoo on your right forearm), more weird adventures that I only vaguely remember, and more run ins with a fella named “Fat meat”
A lot of drama… but I wanna hear about the tattoos first.
Welcome back oldie. I was beginning to wonder if we’d be graced with your presence again. Also a little worry for you, considering the state in which you last left us. But, we shan’t talk about that. You seem to be alive and well.
Shit and a half, I was about to start a thread asking where the hell you were, and where I could find the name of that “thank you” song in that car commercial. They were going to be two seperate threads, but since it’s a cute little story, what the fuck is the name of that song, and where the fuck have YOU been?
Oh, AND WELCOME BACK!
Tattoos? Well, my entire right forearm is covered in them now. Only a smidgen a skin a showing. I’ve got a big ole sun wristband, some abstract woirk from russian artists, a jesus who is grimmacing in pain, a jizo, and lots of blue sky.
As for the piercings, I know most of you don’t want to hear about them. So don’t worry. You won’t.
Sure pez, plenty for anyone. Just come on up to Atlanta. If you come up on a Wednesday you can see me in one of my new part time jobs. Doing back up vocals for Atlanta’s only supergroup… BITCH!.
Unfortunately pez, you already missed the Beer Olympics. THat was a nice ole time.
uhhhh… yeah.