So this morning, while I was going over a list of crap and marking stuff off the list, I looked at my arm. The left one; near the forearm. I decided that I needed some ink on that arm. A tat – WORD. So I grabbed a Sharpie (the red one) and gave myself some stylish red flames. Sweet. I like looking at it. Red flames on my left forearm.
DIG IT.

I went to lunch w/Diane this afternoon. We went to the Grove and exchanged vomit stories. It was a good time. Then we had ice cream dipped in chocolate.

Tonight I will tattoo my dog, but I don’t have one; so I must find one in the streets. Good times.