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Yesterday was the yearly Swedish Suicide Girls party and meeting at a tattoo convention in Stockholm called Ink Bash. Unfortunatly only a few people showed up and I only got to meet one of them. But I had a spectacular night anyway, with crazy drunkeness, moshpits, heavily tattooed people, close friends and sailor outfits

Here are some pics



Look what I found. The fun thing was that the first thing I told him was "I wanna take a picture with you, because you have really big ears!". My photographer probably thought I was crazy that hardly noticed his tattoos, haha. I was really drunk I guess.



Yep. I pose all the time, everywhere, doesn't matter where I'm at.





And now to less fun news. Today I found out that my portuguise bartender friend Lucy passed away in her apartment last week, from what appeared to be a cocaine overdose. I remembered always telling her that she should quit with the drugs but she never listened and just kept going with her extreme partying lifestyle. I guess it was just an accident waiting to happen, but I'm really bummed that it had to end up this way.
Hope she's in a heaven where the beer keeps on flowing, the guys don't wear shirts and the music is always loud and techno, because I know that she would love that.

R.I.P. Lucy.