charlievino

I was staring longingly out the window of my wine shop the other day (it was perfect weather and I wanted to go tubing or something better than working)when a girl sailed across the parking lot toward her car. She looked all right, so I looked some more. My friend Tyler sidled up to me and said "Hey, not bad." I said "Yeah, not bad." THEN she took off het sweatshirt, only to reveal the hardcore sleave she had from shoulder to elbow. 'Not bad' changed to 'Oh, my god!' in that moment. Tyler was chomping at the bit to go out and propose but I said "Uh, girlfriend?" We animals forget sometimes. It's just rare in this town to see a pretty girl with that much work done, and not just a bunch of allover "tribal." No offense if you have tribal stuff! I'm every bit a Celt and that's the art of my people. Sometimes, though, it seems like it's gotten too ubiquitous. But, I digress. The point is that a girl I saw in the parking lot outside my shop went from "not bad" to badass with the simple revelation of well-done tattoos. I guess that's why I'm here. Suicidegirls has provided me with a view I would otherwise only have for 34 seconds every freakin' blue moon. I said something, once, at a party; GIRLS ARE THE BEST. I got a bunch of laughs and a little minor applause for such a simple, but true, statement. I've said it a thousand times since then, like it's become my mantra or something. But, truthfully, I need to revise it. SUICIDE GIRLS are the best.