lost luggage and sad stories

yeah,
my luggage is missing.
it was misplaced in minneapolis or maybe in  philadelphia on easter, and hasn't resurfaced yet.
thanks a whole bunch, jesus.

this of course makes work harder, since my tattoo machines are in my missing bag.

and did i mention the amish root beer?
i should've led in with that one, because it tastes like it smells, and it smells like cow poop. in your mouth.

thanks again to shawn and lucky at identity tattoo, and to michael holmes for planning a free pretzel fiasco with the best of intentions.

the height of good manners is knowing when to leave.........