Technically we stayed in Brownsville and just drove to the island when we wanted to see what was going on. Brownsville is like the Mexico of Texas. Partly because it is the US border town near Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico, and partly because there is no clear cultural boundary between south Texas and Mexico.
Fucking tangent. Anyway, more about the tattoo. If you're retarded or something, please refer back to the picture at the top of this post. It's like not even a real, whole paragraph above. It's been almost 12 years since I got it, and the color is fading pretty badly. All of my tattoos are fading in a bad way. I haven't gone in for a tattoo in at least 7 years, and I need some touch up. The question I ask myself is, would this be time to get a new one as well?
I don't have any idea of what I would even want. There's nothing worse than walking into the parlor and trying to figure it out from their clipart selections. Aside: why do we continue to call these places parlors, like there's going to be fucking high-brow conversation or ice cream or something? Maybe that'll be my next project. I mean on top of all of the other projects that I haven't finished.
I'm tired of writing. Here's a rabbit humping an old dog. Enjoy.
