I jumped in Pokez truck not knowing where we were going. We stopped by the Rubber Rose then went on a stroll through Golden Hills. The boys pointed out old stomping grounds and told stories of growing up. Wild Bill had his own conversation regarding the length of a woman's ass hair and its proper length if to be eaten. His thoughts were sporadic, clearly heard and parted from the dominant topic of conversation. His persistence finally made Space and I begin to crack-up in question to his ongoing obsession with ass-hole-hair.
Skipped out on a pool party after sharing some pics to sit around at the tattoo shop. Knew there was some reason...
Turns out this guy was just a good old average vigilante ready with knee pads, FBI traffic vest and the cool looking bike. He directed traffic for about 20 min until people realized nobody had been called and he was just some nut.
What ever combination of drugs makes you want to pound two grape sodas then promptly throw them up sounds like no fun to me. Funny how he was leaning on my truck...
Matt broke a bone in his hand buffing the edges of these stealth fighter looking pieces that create the ceiling piece at Humphrey'sRestaurant. I it was a pleasure lending him a hand.