ninjas from the city.

this is my homeboy,
johnny halo,
scitar prodigy, musical genius, and metal-haired wizard.
(and yeah, that's a shark with aviator sunglasses on his arm)

he came up from n.y.c. and got a fossa tattoo, in blue.
fossas (pronounced foo-sah) are weasel cat rat beasts from madagascar,
and eat every part of whatever they catch,
including bones, feathers, fur, teeth, beaks, whatever.......
they basically keep it the realest.
what's really 'hood, b!tch?
this kid took his lumps, too, yo.
and he took 'em like a champ, at that.
i always appreciate the road-trip duders who make moves to get tatzapped up in the heart of the hottness.
word.


^^^jess did this.
only someone supremely fresh can take the doo-doo weakness and make it so dope.
celtic knots, a cross, weird irish life preserver donut circle, aaaaand metallic tribal?
somebody knows how to get busy.
yet again,
i count my blessings for being surrounded by the sweet sweet move makers in my life.....

i don't have the reserves of energy to wax poetic on the rewards of working,
and playing,
and loving,
and living as hard as an all-the-way-to-eleven berserker barbarian battle-beast;
but suffice to say that the volume and the velocity are pressure-powered and full steam ahead,
taking what i can, and leaving nothing for the return journey,
never quiet, never soft.....