Dude, talk about a stroll down memory lane. Punch in my name and I come back with this:
This is from about three years ago. Friend of mine's a body artist and I agreed to model for him. No bullshit, the photo wasn't retouched, at least not when I took it. All that was done directly onto my skin, and I wish to fuck that I still had some of the photos Brig gave me. He took full body shots to show this amazing set of matching stitches on my thighs...he basically turned my torso into this swirling black hole sewn shut with skin. It was incredible.
Oh, and since I'm pissed at my cuz? I found something else tied to my name, too, and I'm sharing. Sorry, T-Bird, but you deserve it.
Most people don't know that when me and T were kids? We had a band. I played guitar, our buddy Bela was on drums, Nicky from the next block played bass, and T?
Lead singer.
How'd he manage it? We never played a gig, but? We did put together a four song EP during one of his summers back home from college, and never did another thing. The world, however, needs to know that my beloved cousin sang as "Spade" and rocked the death metal goth like a motherfucker. I know he's shown you all some pics of him with the long locks, all cleaned up, but before Zee can look over my shoulder and see what I'm doing to warn the little shit, here ya go...
Now I gotta run for my life, T just came in. I'm out.