Saturday I took a little drive and saw Baroness w/ Black Tusk, and spent the weekend with babygirl Browden. The show was brutal, it made me want to go out and get a jean jacket and tear the sleeves off.. hah. between the thrashing there and falling asleep on this shitty couch, my neck is killing me. Sunday we went to this dive ass bar in the downtown area.. there were all these roller dirby girls that looked like they could beat the crap outta me. We hung around there for a while and right as we were going to leave I run into this girl that I haven't seen since high school.. who's apparently been living in sarasota the past 5 years or so.. its a small world afterall.
picture time:
this is the stray cat that see about once a week, i drop him some food just about everytime i see him, the latest time some old cuban lady started yelling at me.. i'm assuming because she doesn't want me feeding stray cats.. though i don't really know, the only word i could really make out was "cat" I've taken to calling him vega.. partly after the street fighter character.. since this is a spanish area, I'm guessing he is a spanish cat, i also saw him fighting this other stray, and he jumped off a wall and smacked it.. also because he's a vagabond.. i know its spelled different, but its pronounced the same.. or atleast i pronounce it the same..
this is the funniest mural in existance.. is tupac not getting railed in this painting?
i wish it would've come out bigger.. since it takes up the side of the tattoo shop its on