Rainbow-laser-shooting unicorn

Proof that I am still alive.

Although I might not be for much longer if I keep running around on cliffsides when I can't sleep.

Art gallery!

Life is tough as a penguin in the museum.

If this gigantic animal was alive today and I saw it in the wild all I would want to do is cuddle it.

Raptors look more real with my poor, blurry photography skills.

More tattooing after daily adventuring. I will eventually finish this two-headed rat when Darren stops screaming and/or comes to Canada some day.

The epitome of awesome.

Beach days, tattoo shop nights

 

Another tour done. After ending up on the other side of Australia with nothing but a single can of beans, I made my way on to another plane and am now in Sydney for a bit.

I'm on a boat.

 

 

 

I hang out in my underwear on rocks at the beach, drawing and listening to music. This is my office.

 

Then I tattoo here and there.

 

Life is rad.

These four wheels feel like home to me

One tour after the next. Now I'm just selling merch in a barrage of spinkicks and windmills at hardcore shows across Australia.

Sometimes we end up in some of the most beautiful places on earth and take pictures.

 

It's been months since I slept in the same place for much more than a week straight without ending up in heaps of random places in between. Some lessons learned: Wherever you go, there you are. And that if on 90% of U.S bills there are traces of cocaine, then on 90% of Australian bills there are traces of beach sand and happiness. Just sayin.