My dad passed away when I was 7 months old in 1989.

Early last year I saw his handwriting for the first time after 23 years. On the 30th of September 2013 I had it tattooed on me along with a little wishbone. This is a line he wrote to my mother in a Valentines Day card circa 1986/87.

Very Special thank you to Tommy in Classic Ink Dublin, Ireland for this one.

…is a warm gun.


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Tattoo done by Adam Guy Hays.

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but actually I like rain better.

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I am counting down the days until I can be washed away into the world of grapes and wonderful inebriation.  I can’t deal with the shit in my head anymore.  I want it gone so badly.  I want all the bad feelings to subside.

Fuck everything because it means nothing.