Got wood?

It's raining and I'm missing Stella.

Finally got the oldskool tail light I ordered.
Isn't she pretty?

Look what I got from the thrift shop...

There's something real sweet about having new old stuff.
This thing smells like it's been locked up in an old, wooden cabinet for 30 years or something.

The box says it all...

Trees, sunshine and a motorcycle.

Ride on and never look back.

That's not even an eighth of the shit I've put into my body. Must quit smoking soon.

March 14, 2006

"A must have for every man."

- Denise on Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Inked

Finally finished my back last night. I believe it's been more than 2 years since my last session. Didn't really feel like it was time to finish it yet which is why it took so damn long. As if I had to do some things first or fix certain things in my life before I finish the piece... before I close that book. Now was a good time.

I've forgotten how painful it is to get inked. And while I was sitting there, "offering" my skin to my buddy Joe, I started questioning myself as to why I go through such pain. When I saw my back 3 hours later, I had my answer.

Tattoo is therapy. Pain that you can easily understand. No mindfucking here. I like it.

Will post pics of the piece soon.