Time to put some emotion shit up in here.
Life man, it’s a strange fun bitch. I love getting new ink. And I love working with the people that I do. But fuck I’m sick of a lot of it. Bitchs being bitches and bullshit being bullshit. I miss having someone that gives a shit about me. Someone that will ask about my day and just generally give a shit about what I have to say. I miss it quite a bit.
I’m to giving. I can get walked on very easy. And I just let it happen. I know it’s happening but I keep on doing whatever it is that I do. Because. Fuck. I have no idea.
But until someone else comes along. I’m going to drink a beer and continue to work. Ain’t much else to do when you live check to check.
I only get on here once in a blue moon to look at some tattoos or some nice booty. And I love seeing them both at the same time.