as i'm typing this i have my right leg up in the air to relieve the pressure off my foot ( i kinda look like a cheezy porno mag spread). now i'm walkin w/ a limp, with blood clots staining my socks, GANGSTA! ANYWAYS, yesterday i went w/ my sister to get a "bonding" tattoo. buut we ditched the idea of getting similiar tattoos for the time being - so we just got "regular" tattoos? haha.
FIRST off i wanna say, my sister is a TANK! she sat through her shit like a champ. while i was watchin i was thinkin to myself, "this is gonna be a breeeeeze" ..... man am i a pussy
seriously that tattoo was probably the worse painful experience i've had out of all 7. i went hard on my chest for a good 8 hours and that couldn't compare to the one hour on my foot haha. i couldn't find my "zen zone", i was trippin out makin faces like a dipped my shlong in a cup of icy hot.. it was a mess.
but what was REAL trip was that while we were @ the shop, our artist (kev) was asking if we were related to a guy named rodney. i was like, "uhh not to sure - what's his last name?" "rodney fabiosa" (it was his previous client he did up a couple weeks back)....what the fuck? there's more than 4 fabiosa's in edmonton? LET ALONE CANADA? kev said he was around my age n shit, so that's hella random. buuut rodney, if somehow you read this - you better stay clear from urge. kev said something bout missing 2 appointments? time is money, and kev said he'd curb stomp your ass if he saw you again :) what a way to put our last name to shame and i don't even know you.
love,
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