so ya, i suck at this whole blog thing. i have no internet at the moment and the library won't let me on sg. bastards! i'm pretty sure people don't read this thing anyway. hmm, anything new, oh, well i've decide to move to st.louis when i graduate, a friend died from a methadone overdose. it was one of the local tattoo artist, shawn, so of course his wake and funeral were like tattoo paloza. in this town, at one point almost every artist and piercer have worked at a shop around here called skinworks. the owner is one of the biggest pieces of shit i've ever met. he seems to think life is the movie scarface. he actually paid someone to beat the hell out of shawn when he quit the shop and he turned up at the wake blotting his eyes with a tissue. then he had the nerve to hug shawn's mom. i think every person there wanted to strangle him. quitting that place was one of the smartest things i've ever done. then a few days later i get a call from a girl i used to work with there. turns out she quit and he paid the apprentice she lived with to let him and his sister in the house at 6 am so he could wake her in her bed and then beat her unconscious. i wanted to kill him! he's like 6'2, 250, and she's 5'5, 100 if she's lucky. i am so freakin happy i'm getting out of this town. anybody got some ruby slippers i can borrow?
