No wind, no rain

One of my favorite things about being Mexican-American is dia de los muertos.

Welcome back to everyone I have ever loved and lost. You've been missed. Come and watch a game with me, maybe head to the beach a little later. Just leave me alone while I poop.

Wake up, fuckers! We get one day to do this shit! 

Yesterday I had an odd thought: I wonder how many asshats who want to send every Mexican back to Mexico have sugar skull tattoos? Then I chuckled at the irony.

I'm going to write a short story a day for November. I dunno when in the day, just sometime. I won't share it on social media, but I will create a page within the Dribble blog to house them all. If you're signed up to receive the Dribble via e-mail, you'll automatically get them.

How cool would a half-portrait/half-sugar skull tattoo of dad and Uncle Charlie facing each other be? I want so many tattoos.

Titty sprinkles.


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