agentofoblivion

I made a trip to see Scott Budgen (my tattoo artist) at Lady Luck in Waterford yesterday. I scheduled my next appointment for my leg for next thursday, and now I am fairly pre-occupied with it. I have been really eager to get this thing finished.

I have just started reading Survivor from Chuck Palahniuk. I am not sure that I like it, but he has a way of making me want to read it anyway. I didnt really like Diary at all, and yet I still recommended it to people. He is no Hubert Selby, but he still puts that warm "you are not as fucked up as the rest of your species" notion in the depths of my chest.

Tomorrow night I am going to see Hank III at the machine shop in Flint. I am so excited to be in a mosh pit again that I am feeling a buzz from it already. Its been far too long for something that used to be a frequent ritual.

I was inspired to leave some testimonials yesterday, which I had forgot existed, and I will probably throw a few more out today, assuming that after I sleep I still remember. Just remember I am doing it as much to abuse the english language as I am to praise my friends, and that I still fancy myself a writer under all the ugliness of my worldly being.

The love of my life, my spiritual pulse and the source of all my affection and inspiration, Miss Abigail Tiamat Perry, had her school pictures just done. Its weird to not be involved in things this year, I am not used to it, and its killing me to think we will be apart for Halloween. Its been three months now, and prior it had never been more than 8 days that we had been apart. In ways it gets easier as time goes on, but in other ways it leaves me feeling desolate and unfocused. I share now said school picture, which has put a sad smile on a proud father's face.