I could sit here and ramble on about my self but that would bore even the most forbearing of us. But allow me to bring you up to speed. I'm just starting to figure out this business most call family -In doing so I've met some pretty amazing people along the way. Come join me as I awkwardly navigate through this conundrum known as life finding family, friends, and a home while trying not to be arrested, lost, or killed in Deutschland. Still learning deutsch alongside my man Ludwig. Let's watch and see what happens -Wir wollen gehen!
This new place is killing me
grew up practically in the back woods.
Creepy noises and animals outside were nothing to me.
Now I’m lying here WIDE AWAKE creeped the FUCK OUT by this humansized owl sitting out side hooting like it has the lung capacity of a fucking tanker!
I don’t miss tucker by any means.
I just miss being able to scurry down the hall and scamper into a much less empty bed, squealing my head off like there was a wolf chasing me down the hall, and curl up knowing there wasn’t some giant owl sitting in the tree outside hooting at me all night.
THERE ARE A DOZEN OTHER TREES ON THIS STREET, OWL! YOU REALLY NEED THAT ONE?!
This is what goes through my mind in deep water.
Put me in the Air, put me on land, just not in the water
Such a deep meaning for such simple ink
In the Summer of 2004, just after signing his name away to the RAF, he stepped into a small tattoo parlor in the sleepy eyed town of Portee. Plopping down onto the stool he handed the older man the money he had been saving for the deed, tilting his head to point to the smooth skin just behind the right hinge of his jaw, on the firm muscle beneath his ear with a smile on his face, “Make it a roman four.”