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So, I've been 21 for a week now. It's definitely cool. I like being able to get off work
and have a 22oz Dos Equis draft from the bar.
Austin was the shit. Teresa and I stayed at the Stephen F. Austin, which is an extremely
nice hotel downtown. You could see the capitol from the window in our room. It was some
serious four-star shit. Not quite five, but it was close. Erica pretty much kept us
entertained the whole time, so dull moments were scarce.
I finally got the finishing of my tattoo underway. It's a lot bigger than I had expected.
The outline, and some of the black shading took him over three hours. It's going to take
at least another five to put in the color. The tattoo shop that Erica works at (which is
where I got it) charges 100 bucks an hour. So, I'll essentially be getting an $800 back
piece for next to nothing. And to top it all off, it's going to look wicked badass when
it gets finished. We hit up several bars on 6th street, and got way hammered. The guy
that did my tattoo actually makes more money selling dank than he does doing tattoos, so
naturally, I got a little bit of that while I was there. Being there for four days
definitely made me want to move there really fucking bad.
I'm getting my truck fixed at the end of the month. I got the "FAG" sanded out, but
now there's a big rust-colored spot of primer where it used to be. I'd rather have rust-
colored primer than "FAG" any day, so I don't mind so much.
Valentine's day was nice, since this is the first year I actually had a Valentine that
wasn't my mom. I got Teresa a pair of shoes, some chocolates, and a teddy bear. She got
me a Budweiser hat, and a six-er of the same brand. She really knows the way to a man's
heart. Coming up on 11 months soon. Closer and closer to the one year mark. I can't
believe we've been dating for this long. I got extremely lucky with this girl. She's
everything I could possibly want in a woman. She's amazing.
I'm going to Huntsville to see my dad when I get off work on Friday, and then coming back
after I see him on Saturday. Twelve hours round-trip. He's actually already out on parole,
they just haven't set a release date yet. I don't really know what to expect when I go.
The last time I saw my dad was ten years ago, so I barely remember him. It could either be
really good for me, or extremely bad. I don't even know what I'm going to say to him.
I guess I'm just flying by the seat of my pants on this one. Last time I saw him, I probably
only stood up to his waist. My dad used to be big. He's probably not so much anymore.
Goddamn this shit is going to be weird.
So I reckon that's about all the effort I want to put into this post. I still have to run
"check spelling" so I don't look like a total bafoon buffoon.
~deuce
and have a 22oz Dos Equis draft from the bar.
Austin was the shit. Teresa and I stayed at the Stephen F. Austin, which is an extremely
nice hotel downtown. You could see the capitol from the window in our room. It was some
serious four-star shit. Not quite five, but it was close. Erica pretty much kept us
entertained the whole time, so dull moments were scarce.
I finally got the finishing of my tattoo underway. It's a lot bigger than I had expected.
The outline, and some of the black shading took him over three hours. It's going to take
at least another five to put in the color. The tattoo shop that Erica works at (which is
where I got it) charges 100 bucks an hour. So, I'll essentially be getting an $800 back
piece for next to nothing. And to top it all off, it's going to look wicked badass when
it gets finished. We hit up several bars on 6th street, and got way hammered. The guy
that did my tattoo actually makes more money selling dank than he does doing tattoos, so
naturally, I got a little bit of that while I was there. Being there for four days
definitely made me want to move there really fucking bad.
I'm getting my truck fixed at the end of the month. I got the "FAG" sanded out, but
now there's a big rust-colored spot of primer where it used to be. I'd rather have rust-
colored primer than "FAG" any day, so I don't mind so much.
Valentine's day was nice, since this is the first year I actually had a Valentine that
wasn't my mom. I got Teresa a pair of shoes, some chocolates, and a teddy bear. She got
me a Budweiser hat, and a six-er of the same brand. She really knows the way to a man's
heart. Coming up on 11 months soon. Closer and closer to the one year mark. I can't
believe we've been dating for this long. I got extremely lucky with this girl. She's
everything I could possibly want in a woman. She's amazing.
I'm going to Huntsville to see my dad when I get off work on Friday, and then coming back
after I see him on Saturday. Twelve hours round-trip. He's actually already out on parole,
they just haven't set a release date yet. I don't really know what to expect when I go.
The last time I saw my dad was ten years ago, so I barely remember him. It could either be
really good for me, or extremely bad. I don't even know what I'm going to say to him.
I guess I'm just flying by the seat of my pants on this one. Last time I saw him, I probably
only stood up to his waist. My dad used to be big. He's probably not so much anymore.
Goddamn this shit is going to be weird.
So I reckon that's about all the effort I want to put into this post. I still have to run
"check spelling" so I don't look like a total bafoon buffoon.
~deuce