Wednesday, May 27, 2015

I don't know you, but I miss you. Weird, isn't it?

Years after I die I want my friends to be able to say to someone they love, I wish you could have met him, you would have liked him. I was introduced to a man like that today. I wish I could have met Sam. I was glad Dexter was there to absorb the tears.

For the love of god, please stop crying already!
After I wiped the tears, I came downstairs to a kitchen full of ants.

I dunno what the correlation is, I just know it made me laugh.

My tattoo artist, Alayna, was pregnant when she did my pin-up. She knew she was having a boy and wanted to name him an old man name. We had fun bouncing old-timey names around during my session. I don't think I saw what she named him when he was finally born. I'll let you know in October.

If you read the Sam link, you get why that popped into my head. If you didn't read it, you're missing out on a much better story than anything I have ever written.

Have a day.

Am I the only person who sees the name TS Eliot and thinks, dude, why would you abbreviate such an awesome name? 

Some of you are wondering what the actual fuck I am talking about. Some of you are rolling your eyes. One of you is giggling maniacally. 

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