It is official, old people in Jersey are crazy. Yesterday morning I went for a run before work, around 6. I passed a lady who was probably 70+ years old and standing about a foot from the sidewalk, I said "Morning" as I passed and she didn't respond. After I was three feet past her an orange went flying past my head, A FUCKING ORANGE!...
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I love it when nobody else comes into work. I have spent the entire day watching Spinal Tap and Blazing Saddles and I will probably leave work at 300. It makes no sense for me to be the only one in the office anyway, the one person in the office that isn't a paperpushing personnel sargeant is the one person that actually showed up to...
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I had my first akward experience because of my ink this weekend. My friend and I were running on the boardwalk in Long Branch. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and he was shirtless, he has a full back tattoo and two sleeves, because it was a nice day. Whe took a break about 5 miles into or run and stopped by a stairway down...
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davey_phoenix:
Get used to it buddy, it aint going anywhere anytimes soon. Just gets a little better, a little at a time. You'll notice little kids are usually really open to it, and curious, alot more than adults. I'll be standing in line someplace and 5 year olds will creep up and stare and smile. Its the always the scared parents that come grab them and tell them not to stare at the scary man. The world is a strange place. Welcome to Jersey. I spent a little time in Cork myself. Nice people there.
My family just moved to Detroit last Wednesday. Does anyone know any good tattoo artists there. I'm planning my right sleeve, it's gonna be black and grey pirate themed awesomeness.
Went to Cali to chill out for a week and found myself in LA getting another tattoo. It's a stetson sitting on tanker boots with "Rowdy Time" written over top. It's a memorial tattoo for my friend who was killed in Iraq in 2007.
I think I should be in the running for the worst Valentines Day in history. My ex decided that it would be great to finally mail the ring back to me, but in her eternal evilness she planned it so the package arrived right before valentines day and it included a letter telling me about her new boyfriend. Fan-fucking-tastic.