I finally went back to the tatt shop after a long long four months without getting any ink done. I should be going back by the end of the month to finish my Oni mask. The wierd thing was that I didn't feel shit. I guess I'm getting immune to the throbbing pain of the needle. Got home and my mom called me and they found out my grandma's cancer spread to her lungs and she might have to go through kemotheraphy. This fuckin depresses the fuck out of me. I just found out my dog has only three to six months to live and now this. I've been listening to Coltrane's A Love Supreme the whole week trying to make sense of everything. I also got the new Norah Jones. I just love her voice, it's the best. My sister grooved me to one of an NJ cover track of Roxy Music's "More than this". It fucken rocks.
sawa:
That dream you told me about sounds fucking crazy. I love those ones that take you all over the place and make no sense at all. I like your profile too. Nice taste in music there Finch.