Mine aren’t. Thanks years and years of marching band.
Hahaha. I might not be able to point them out or be like “so… this such and such guy did this such and such piece” but I do recognize their names.
That’s what happens when your best friend is a tattoo apprentice. She tells me all about all different people and styles and even now I am more analytical when I look at things. Especially local work. Because most of it’s really not that awesome. Hahahaha. Sometimes I feel bad, because I’m like “damn… that line’s wonky…” but then it makes me realize how bad ass it is that the guy I go to knows his shit and the girl he’s mentoring is my best friend, so she’ll know hers.
Hell. Yes.
I was in the bathroom fixing my hair (as it holds my only mirror in the house, believe it or not) and I went back to get my work shirt on, and continue fixing my hair. SO I COME BACK AND HE’S SERIOUSLY PEEING IN THE TOILET. I was in shock for a few moments and then I was like “GET A PICTURE” so I got one with my phone.
As it turns out, I didn’t have to work today (technically yesterday, it’s 1:30am now in CST). Unfortunately, the plans I had of popping fireworks/eating got moved to July 3rd… in which I did work… and didn’t get off until 9:30. So all of the good food was gone and they had already started with the fireworks. So this year, I didn’t get to do any of my usual stuff. Actually, I was mostly looking forward to getting firework pictures.
It was still a good day, though! What I did instead was…
