I was pretty busy last week with tattoos and paintings (like usual)
but then Friday hit and shit got goofy.
Friday morning I had an appointment with a long lost friend.
And I covered up an old/weird/irrelevant tattoo on the inside of his ankle
with a gnarly ol' panther head which was a lot of fun.
I should also point out that a guy from New York City arrived at my house at 4 in the morning just hours earlier. He was moving to Chicago and wanted to make a pit stop and get tattooed/hang out for a day or so. I treated him to mediocre mexican food, let him sleep with a pillow covered in cat hair, and struck a nerve by asking him if he thinks 9-11 was an inside job while I was drunk. Oh yeah! I put this cool little travelin' man tattoo on his shin.
He had tons of great tattoos already (He's from Brooklyn!)
Not to mention he had a big Dan Santoro tattoo on his arm.
No fucking pressure, right?
Oh yeah! I should ALSO mention that we were celebrating Tony's 21st birthday that night too.
While at the bar Trevor dumped a shot of Jameson on my lap and I proceeded to impress people with my sound effects at the urinal.
Then afterwards some more of our pals showed up and our apartment looked like this for the rest of the night. That part of the night is a little hazy.
Look at Mr. New York passed out back there!
I thought they partied hard in Brooklyn...
A few of us woke up hung over as fuck the next morning and decided to go on a 7 mile bike ride.
"But wait!!! How did the birthday man enjoy his celebration!?!?!?"
the word "SUCCESS" comes to mind.
That was Friday. Stay tuned for more hilarious updates and thought provoking articles.
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