Got a tattoo today and pissed. Im lucky in that my tattooist is a close friend, and he'll ink me at his home. I don't remember the tattoo but will in the morning.
I started writing in school and discovered it was the only thing that could hold my interest (apart from sex). I knew from the lump inside me that some creative channel had to be my direction. And be good or bad it is some kind of legacy.
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