henry link letter







yesh yesh yall, enough of the self serving type ish bull, been tatt zapping up a veritable whirl-wind of mean little tats and letter tatts. outlined a neat horsey kinda triple crown winner on my girl, but unfortunately didnt have the opportunity to fill it. this is my last week or full time tattoing here and im feeling awesome, ending it with some of my best clients and fun tattoos.
the carnival is in town, and i managed about 4 and one half minutes before i almost freaked right out. the girls on the other hand love the stuff. riding the zipper literally 4 times in one night. shits ridiculous.
lots of blogs popping up on friends walls, makes me stoked. thanks for the input and support on all the stuff as well friends!
ps, someone please message me if they know how i can post links and stuff!

full clip


looking at old pictures all evening with my girl, crazy ones, uploaded by my boy, and bff: scotty. its wildy entertaining, these images and memories. i feel so positively nostalgic, with a dark undertone of guilt and shame. i was a wild dude, violent, funny, expressive, cavalier. i didnt think id have the life i do now, or i wouldnt have done alot of that shit. my girl laughs and calls me handsome in these pictures, and i remember feeling so full of confidence, vigor, carelessness when they were taken. and so happy to be photographed by my friend, which was often. i love love love my old friends so hard, and miss them. but the pictures dont show my downward spiral, or my inability to make healthy choices, but they do just kinda stop. in a grey area. when even i think my closest friends had a hard time being near me. volatile and unpredictable. when i went to jail the first real time i just wanted to be free, drinking, fighting and being the guy i thought i was born to be. more things happened, i hurt more people, jail again. then more things etc etc. this goes on until i disappear for a time. then, these last few years somewhat reinventing myself and giving all of my energy into doing shit that wasnt retarded, i have successfully built a foundation upon which to assemble a real ass, healthy living ass life. some of my closest friends have chosen different paths. many of them have gone on to become talented and awesome artists, hard workers, mothers and fathers, and im so proud to know them and to see them succeed. others though, my heart fucking breaks when i see them, not of judgment but real sorrow when i know and can relate too honestly to their struggle and their inability to escape from it. i cant dwell on that bleeding heart shit for long, its not right. my girl now, my life. im so lucky, i survived karma. im so in love it aint even fair, im sorry. i love her so much i could never explain it. shes so smart, strong, mysterious, healthy! and shoot,i couldnt ever manipulate her, shes smarter than me and i adore it. and the funniest shit, the best shit is that, she doesnt know the old me! hahahahaha i mean i wasnt a different person or anything, and i love telling her stories, but that is what make life so funny. you can actually do whatever you want and be whoever you want, you just got to invent it and fucking do it. i often these days reminisce on that old shit and lament, thinking ive gone soft, i dont fight anymore, all this shit like that. but no no no its horseshit. im harder than i ever have been mentally, i still have my edge, and i always will. thats just me misunderstanding my memories. AND the best part of my life, the MOST potent, is all ahead of me. if i hadnt sharpened my teeth on that i would have the tools i need to kill it.

i forgot my cam atr work! ive been working on a real neat treat, stay tuned

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bn5tiuZU4JI

the Lurkernaught






such a nice day, so beautiful i was feeling a little bummed to be trapped inside honestly. not that i dont love tattooing, but i feel something like a caged animal as soon as the suns beaming. i literally feel imprisoned if im not enjoying it completely. thanks alot prison!
no worries, had a good week tattooing cool people. i feel like im always going on about my clients, but for real these guys, these fucking young guys are killing it. getting rad tattoos. tyler and jordan. some of my raddest tattoos i feel like they have. i get so stoked when they come in and just want like a fucking anchor and an anatomical heart or whatever. these dudes are like 17-18 and their parents have to sign for them for christsakes, its nuts. when i was like 20 i was a mad retard displaying major antisocial tendencies. i still am. milk hormones have people being cooler, younger. its like manstruation.
anyway tattooed them again, lined a fun one im dying to finish on jordan, and did a cool jerry anchor on tyler.
also this week, tattooed some tough broads on the ribs, which as before mentioned are they new ankles. lots of fun.
for a week or two now, my good bud dussy and i have been steady perched in this new grocery store in town, in this lofty glassed in eating area. with savvy working nights im fending for m'self, eating at the food bar for mass, nightly even. this has become more than a passtime, its a habit by now. we sit up here, look at people and laugh and laugh. killing it with the monologues and snarky descriptions. were a couple of mean queens up there and i cant get enough. mouth-breathing troglodytes, good ole fashioned root-down-tramps, tapout board-short tough-dongs, its just so good.
im needing this right now especially i think, these funny steam blowing interludes. im feeling in this shitty, weird lurchy half life before we move and its super stagnant. i just want to shit or get off the pot here. couple of weeks to go.
get this new life going.

if your in QF, look up sucka

Homeward Bound





so good, so so good lately. it started a few days ago, when i had the pleasure of again tattooing my good friend, and one of my first and most faithful clients, chaddo. it was such a great session; hes a tough one, a gentleman,and a funny one. tattooing people like him are what makes my job so fucking great. this week all around went swimmingly, lots of good times with my girl, who is steady on smash. shits like that rihanna video, only harder.
in other tatt-news, today, after a cancellation, i decided to give myself a real test.
i tattood a neat little butterfly/moth guy on my hand. i think turned out really good, and it was a challenging, rewarding experience. its right in my face all the time, my hand. nearly always in my peripheral, so obviously theres no real room for "incidentals". i mean, tattoos are never perfect, far from it, but if i gotta see this fucker everyday i better not shit the bed, or cut any corners. not to mention its hard to really commit your lines sometimes when them shits are smashing the webbing between your thumb and forefinger. ok ok, im being a little theatrical, it frankly wasnt that big of a bummer or even a test, just a funny thing to do on a slow day..
AND THEN my girl!, the lovely savannah, fucking poured mass pots and kettles of boiling water and gave me the hottest, most skin melting, diabolically infernal bathtub ever. awesome!

the phantom





whoa! well ive been a real grump lately. old man style, bad company. thats dead now, its just been a hectic kinda time lately, savvy and i are a tad overwhelmed. tattooing lots.
my girl just tempted me to ghostwrite this muh fucka, but alas, i will not compromise!
anyway, a couple new flicks.
oh snap! been riding my bike lots lately, and its taking the edge off

the new daps



finished up a fun one today on my homegirl teely, based on a stain glass window pane. lots of fun, and a neat challenge trying to make the image transfer to a good tattoo.
also tattood a tough young ladies ribs, didnt make a peep thank christ. ribs are the new lower back, exept for the fact that many young ladies cant take the heat.
couple clients been coming in wishing me well on the move! thanks! so stoked to hear it, and my clientele is the fucking best.

the barry pepper of this rap game






with things winding down at black rose, it was super fun and a big honor to kick it, have a laugh, and tattoo my original mentor Van Potvin. Van took a big chance and even put his reputation on the line by apprenticing me a few years ago. even against the arguments of other tattooers, who naturally are an old-school and protective bunch, always wary of bringing a stranger into the fold. and one cant blame them/us, with the amount of hacks,kitchen scratchers, and generally mediocre tattoo "artists" out there. anyway i still feel i know fuck all about tattooing, let me be clear. and the little i do know has told me nothing but the fact that i have alot to learn. but!, i will always pay homage to tattooing, and try to give it my all so the people that brought me in will always be proud of their decision to do so... im grateful to van, for bringing me into all this, and giving me the opportunity to learn and grow in the tattoo world. i love tattooing so much, and feel so honored and lucky to do it for a living, and i dont know what the hell id be doing otherwise. anyway thats the thing, with van, all stoked to tattoo him today! im really gonna miss working with him
also did a fun kinda frog guy on my homie colby, great dude.
also, ive been really stoked and inspired by a few stockholm guys which i think ive mentioned before. their whipshading shit is off the hook and blowing me mind. im full on giving it my all. peep this guys flickr-
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bruceroos/

the grand return





back from victoria, again. second drive this week with a diabolical new time record. this trip though, we returned with a rental place secured. a big, open space. for real like a big ole studio flat in a heritage building on herald st in chinatown. we looked at lots of great spots, really great even. and we decided on this one for the next year. anyway whatever, lots to do now that we secured a place, time to fit a three room house worth of shit into one, big, one.
again, my friends came through for me in an incredible way, and im so grateful. in fact i better get my friendliness more on point in this cutthroat helping business, make it up to them all. we are so excited for this new period to begin, and im just overwhelmed at the opportunity around every corner in life. its so fucking funny how shit goes, and heres a story to whoever interested...the building were moving into faces a antiquated, even sacred(to me) graffiti spot on a certain roof in chinatown. growing up in the graff world, of course this place was known as "Chinamans roof" and as well as being a veritable wall bound encyclopedia of the original island graffiti pioneers (such as HOPI,DUEL,TUT among so many other, very influential dudes), and newer kings of the victoria 90's era (AMP,ALEY etc.)it was a personal oasis for me. id be there lots, too much even. i would more often than not paint, usually drink beer, and sometimes even read books in times of stress and shit. i had chairs i had pulled up there and stashed, all that. i eventually, like so many graffiti spots, people showed too many people, and they showed too many etc, and now youll find chinamans roof behind 3-4 barbwire fences and a secure parking gate. i cant say i single handedly got the place blown, thats just how shit goes sometimes. in the beginning you could have bbq's up there, friends, fucking no worries. eventually i was getting chased off every other time, police creeping up the rooftop and everything, in fact BEAR and I had to once even jump down the fire escape streetside in mid afternoon after a cop got the drop on us. if it wasnt for a squawk on the guys radio, curtains.. what im getting at is this, when i had no place of my own and was couch surfing, straight hobo'ing it, whatever, id go up there and look AT THIS VERY FUCKING BUILDING across the lot. i thought it was rad, even fantasized about what it was like inside. even when the people were reno'ing it and the workers started seeing me and phoning the cops (i can almost say from the actual suite ill be renting, no shit). so this is exactly exactly what i mean, life is a hilarious, ridiculous trip, and one has to jump at every opportunity, forever. you really never know where it will bring you and i love it.
ok enough horseshit. ill post more tattoos this week. not long to go at black rose really. then the move really begins, peace!


ps-i recently made a solo trip again up to the roof. after some strenuous and tricky, silent manoeuvrings, i was blown away come upon the spot, like a time capsule, exactly as it was left. i even took the front down for old times sake.

word savvy


my girl is kiiillin it with the blog, heres a link... and a pic of my new bike build
http://word-savvy.blogspot.com/

barn storm





crazy crazy days, mad windstorms and super homie visits. my dude and crewmate matt and his mom and close friend of mine sue came up. tattood em, hung, had a great day. back down to victoria for the second time this week to view places. hoping for the best. getting geaqred up for the move, overwhelmed and swamped at work.