If I'm on the road for the next thousand years or so

 

Constantly referring to world clocks and missing everyone, everywhere.

Flying to Melbourne for a bit, but then I will be flying back to Sydney to tattoo at Industrial Strength's King St Tattoos in the new year.

Gorilla! And two king of hearts I painted twice because I couldn't decide which one I hated more...

Back in time for Shark Week in Australia

 

Christmas trees and beach palm trees

Violet caught me having a moment with the city right when I got in.

Davey colors in all my tattoos with markers.

Come what may

Come what may

There's that saying "Do something once a day that scares you". I think I've been doing that for so long now that what scares me the most is slowing down and taking it easy. I guess once that happens that means I'll have to pick up the pieces of whatever is left and go from there. Hopefully there will be enough pieces left to salvage, and at least I'll have some stories to tell. But I am starting to think maybe I'd be quite content with a life not so unsettled.

Going completely against that recent epiphany, I've ended up back in Australia. I've had $50 Australian cash in my wallet since I left a year ago and I guess now I can finally spend it.

Bit of a side note: Along with the 'come what may' tattoo across my chest, this crazy life has left me with an entire rib cage littered with not-so-nice-looking scars and knife wounds. Please cover with more tattoos if possible. Thank you.

(I feel awful because I forget the name of the photographer that took that picture years ago - but you are great)        

Guide me home

Smashed out in one long session in Long Beach on another traveling tattoo artist before both of us hit the road again in a few days. So 'Guide me home' was really fitting for both of us. Traded for a food stamp card and bus tokens. Hopefully I'll get to add some background and finish up some things if we ever end up in the same place again. The top lantern smoke would eventually extend into a moon in the arm pit. Tons of fun + ouch.

 Pirates are a big part of Christmas in Hollywood (And can apparently walk more proper than a nutcracker)