jean pool

ive been busy! ok, mad busy. and loving it. im immersing myself in a encyclopedic pool of tat knowledge, treading water among some of the most tremendous swimmers and hardest workers on this coast. i feel so so lucky to be where i am, no dole. the crew here works hard. jamers evening naps enable him to literally be in the shop until 3 or even 4AM some nights. this is real. chris comes in and slays, absolutely anoints a dudes rib piece, big beautiful colors, no choppiness, gorgeous. no worries. d-boy rocking a top knot, killing it, studious, skilled and helpful. all of them super helpful. enjoying bro times among some evening drawing "class"es. to say class in unfair to the teacher, as the jame dog smashes through japanese dragon anatomy while i, my brain picking up as much as it can manages to, miss probably 80% of it. for now that is to say...being in this environment is highly conducive to a healthy lifestyle for me, inasmuch as helping me really devote the time necessary to draw,study and learn more within tattooing.
pretty stoked, i even managed to miss the harshed out diarrhetic shitstorm thats been circulating. the past week has mostly been me waking, walking around the corner, tattooing, coming home late. fucking rice and bbq pork son.
as usual, im dramatizing.
but! still purely catching quality time with my girl. most important.
ive been mad remiss on the blog tip too, im guilty. i was politicking an awesome one the other day but lost the whole thing due to paranoia. serves me right, it was about graff missions, and a bag of crack i found. funny shit.
im mass tired. ive got a coupla pics here, more en route. im off to bed


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SETTLIN

been watching 2-3 hard-wired junkies loiter(clocking) the corner a block and a half down off my window. as i sit here typing i can watch em even. not as i type right now i should say, as its mad windy, kinda shitty, whatever. but it is "Welfare Wednesday" after all and i was expecting a little more. im going to be honest and rude and confess my objectification of these birds. animalization as it were. tracking their movements, giving them quippy broadway musical names like "jimmy walker" and "2-shakes". i pray for a dance fight battle, but with more of a Rosencrantz and Guildenstern type thing.
in reality though, i watched the young looking red faced one get shaken down by a couple of beat cops.
its great being here, our place is mad nice, rigged up well, custom wood stuff and all that, courtesy of a Mr.Justin Bones esq. a talented, prideful creator of woody goodies.
this isnt a braggy fluff piece though, as we are both feeling a little at a loss, missing courtenay. im actually surprised at it. nothing serious i should add, for myself of course. savannah can speak for herself, but from my angle is doing pretty fucking well considering.
standouts of the past week include; an epically fun,sexy dance-off of the first order with my darling, and some of our besties at a very cheesy, probable gay bar. saturday night.
running into super rad buddies! who are for the most part, killing it!
hanging out at my new place of employ, and getting all stoked up on total bro downs.
eating. staining the pine of the shelf.
lovely, sunset drive with Savvy. who for the most part is full-on killing it!
cycling my ass off around town everyday having so much fun.

other than that, lots of other neat shit that makes me happy and lucky to be hanging again. to say the very least.
keeping a mass low profile. just now had phone and internet installed.
miss yall
miss tattooing as well, time to get back to



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(g)lock busting

in the midst of a waist deep shitstorm that is our moving/packing/sally-ann strewn house, weve been having a roller-coasting hootenanny. we are feeling a little cagey, savvy and i. that is to say with the horizon of our moving deadline looming larger and larger in our view, and it being so fucking nice out, its taking all we have not to box each others ears in. other than that! shits been so so good. visits from super new homies, lots of sun, bicycles, and lock pickings.
ive recently had the pleasure of a diabolical,one on one, lock picking tutorial. turns out, tactile as i am, im excelling in the field. was kindly given me own set of picks, and even today came into a bogota style rake. as you can see, im even comfortably using crucial pickin' slang...
i jumped in the puntledge river yesterday. fully dipping on smash. too early turns out.
i traded a skookum pair of jeans for a vintage(ish) bike for my darlin, looks damn good on her too.
im going to miss courtenay so much. so so so much for real. its rad here, and im trying my goddamnest to pack in colloquial memories, suspecting when i arrive in vic, its gonna obviously be a whole other jam. i really dont want to take living in a place like this for granted, and as ive mentioned before ive got my full summer-head-crazy-guy on full bore.
love is in the air! my friends, many of em, with the springiest fevers. warms me to see it. and when it comes to my own spring fever focus, it warms me even warmer. especially one part of me.
sun, savannah, smashing success
alas, my good friend, and former front end girl mellissa packed up all my shit for me at black rose! hahahah i was grateful among other things. so, no tattoos for a few days. i miss it! awesome
here are locks ive picked, with a variety of difficulty

rubber band man

so overwhelmed. this is what i get for fucking around i imagine. our shits all over the house in piles on the floor, throwing away the majority to fit for the new place.
went to vic coupla days ago to take possession of our apartment. super stoked, but it is smaller than i remembered. my handsome, talented, and consummately professional friend J bones will be helping us customize the studio flat, with built in cubicle style shelving and cool sunken in gable-pot kinda lights in the bathroom. he and i had a little walk through while my lovely lady was nesting in a bundle of blankets looking on, and had a wonderful bullshit session. hes like super man to alleviate our worries and stress at the layout and size issues. im forever in his debt with this thing. saw the crew at gov st, and as usual me and savvy left feeling very happy, relaxed, and accepted. what a great group of guys, i am now shitting with excitement at starting both @ the tattoo shop, and of course our new life in victoria. it feels so good to be back there already, and returning to courtenay is weirder and weirder. im driving back down for a night next week to help bones assemble his masterpieces, then driving back up to fill the cube truck we're borrowing from savvy's grand's and driving back down. then back up to drop off the truck, back down. that should be it with around a dozen drives back and forth this month. some record setting bullshit right there, all to the good. amongst all this stuff, still trying to tattoo when i can, and finished a really fun black and grey ribe rose filligree thing today. ill post healed pics with this one. also, as usual ive had the pleasure of running into rad people, whom ill miss greatly, and trying to get pictures of them.

ps- i posted two pictures of that goon dan by accidentals. and shit, someone please message me if you have the "link posting" html info! ya bastards!

pps-included is a pic of a really fun heart i was working on, it was in two stages, with the lines being healed. picture sucks and looks washed out!