
A pal gave me these. I’m still grateful like 12 years later or one? Time don’t exist in my life almost.
Kinda like bone tomahawk. I’m meeting somebody in town. Oh yeah what month is it.
I just go todo what when my phone cal says to go do by the third bell. The rest of the time it’s all skating this winter.
I don’t About you fools, but winter is my season to work on my arts. Whether that be skating painting or Damaging Property with other than wax aluminum and oil.
This winter it’s a full take over via the enormous power vacuum of plaid Psychedelia