for real.
this grey, dark, cold, windy! bummer is really not the one, man.
real talk, the first week of december is another sandwich week.
i mean, c'mon.
november is gonna compete with that?
no way.
what've you got, no-no?
that dead-bird-based gratitude day where grievances surface
among estranged family members getting together
over a bowl of box-mix mashed potatoes?
nice try, bud.
that. ain't. it.
i hate november, and i always have.
fun fact. still hate it, maybe more than ever.
yeah.
sometimes, i do bigger tattoos.
sometimes, there's handsome clients who are very nice
getting tattooed but really not making anybody at AMPERSAND TATTOO
feel any better about themselves.
more specifically, jacob is just a lot better looking than most people.
he's nice enough, but maybe turn down the handsome just a few percent
when you're around the fellas.
like, be respectful of my business, bro.
ha.
anyway, he got a cool tattoo from some guy named walton ford
who is verrrrry good at painting animals.
jacob says he illustrates his favorite author's novels.
......of course, because jacob has a great big handsome brain, too.
hahahahahahaha...
but i did the tattoo on his back, and i think it is pretty cool.

right?
i dunno.
i like it. wish i drew it, but i'm glad i tattooed it.
so that's that.
november mostly sucks.
some tattoos are cool.
some days are slightly better than others,
but generally, there's more NO than vember for me;
never quiet, never soft.....
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