Tuesday, March 15, 2016

The kids who never fit in with the rest

Dear Rudy,

Never argue with Drumpf supporters on social media. You have better luck communicating with a fart vapor.

And they both stink.

You're welcome, Jason.

I got stabbed by a sheepshead fish today. In my pinky. Cuz I'm a man.

It makes typing difficult.

In a few days I will be on a boat with friends who love music and each other. A community of misfits.

Weeeeee belong...

My kind of people.

I've spent time with refined people. Polished and manicured people. I don't like those people very much. There's nothing wrong with those type of people, I just prefer the types who can see the stars from the gutter. They make more sense to me.

I met a girl once who was an incredible artist. Her work was in galleries and people paid a lot of money for the things she created.

One day she was invited to a tattoo convention. The way she told it to me was simply, I walked into the place and for the first time I stopped feeling like an outsider and finally felt like I found my people.

That's a bit how I feel when I am surrounded by the people on the boat.

That girl ended up becoming a tattoo artist. A fucking amazing one, by the way.

Titty sprinkles!

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