So if you know me I've been wanting a fucking tattoo for ages and I haven't gotten another drunk prison style, but uh I got this over my scratched out one prison style. So to everyone who wanted to see it, it'll never been barely seen again.

The art it's based on is. . .

A rudimentry peni album

Getting through detailin

What's that on da wall??

There was parts where this tattoo fucking stang. This was a part, but this ass that kept barging in said I had more balls then him and he was a full grown man.

Come see it in real life. It's much cooler.

Skye's right. I haven't bloged in ages. Mostly because I sold my soul. I'm out of touch with a lot of people and I'm going to leave soon anyway. Knights are here tonight! I have been trying to get them to come here since like December.

Tonight feels unusually cold. I can't sleep for obvious reasons. My head is swimming in thoughts and wondering.Woke up to what I thought would be a sunny day in Flagstaff and got a phonecall from our friend who is out on the road in the states touring at the moment. His voice sounded strange and when I asked how his band were, that's when he told me.

It doesn't seem real when you hear the words...."he is on life support" being said about one of your friends but those were the words being said.When you become ill on the road it seems even a slight cough can turn into a full blown sickness overnight and a pain can turn into a virus. You never know what might happen. Today I felt a chill rush through me when I heard he had lost consciousness. I thought back to our last conversation and him asking us to come see his band when they played the House of Blues last month. We couldn't because we had to go to Knoxville for the funeral. I spent 3 months on the road with him at the end of last year and sometimes he drove me nuts because he was so crazy and wild but most of the time we had a blast together and shared a lot of cool stages, inside jokes, Whisky and memories. Along the way he became like a brother to me and although we have always given eachother shit like good friends and family do, there has always been a mutual respect between the two of us. I have never seen someone work so hard. I got to know him before we hit the road pretty intensely because the two of us booked both of the tours we did together...together, so once we were on the road we had built a strange sort of pre-tour bond. At the end of the day...when people connect it's hard to break that connection.

I just felt like writing because I am thinking of him....our little neckbeard, the pugsly to my thrusday and a very good friend. As I think about him at 4am in flagstaff, I know he is laying in a bed in Kentucky so far from his home in LA. They are with him holding his hand and I hope he knows that although he is thousands of miles away from us...quiet, still and thankfully breathing....again, we are with him tonight right by his side too

and he is in our PRAYERS.