A place is not a home

Coming back from somewhere to anywhere else after being gone so long feels like waking up from a really, really long dream. I just wish I wasn't still so tired.

I grew a beard and hid in a cabin out in the woods for a bit but now I'm back tattooing at Adrenaline tattoos in Toronto for the summer. Message me on Facebook if you're interested in getting some work done while I'm around.

No settled life

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." - Carol Sobieski

I am tired and worn, with a weak heart that falls for everything and everyone. I can once again attest to my saying that the more places you go, the more people you leave behind.

My goodbyes are quiet and abrupt because of how much I hate goodbyes altogether. Thank you everyone for being a part of the reason why I like this country so much. See you when I see you, Australia!

 PS if you see the man on the right in this photo, please give him a home plus a hair cut.

I guess I might as well start tumbling with the rest of the world. 

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Travel light

Anyone or anything I've ever had I've either left behind, lost or given away. Turns out that my passport has been amongst those things as of late, so I decided that while I'm stuck in this country I might as well just keep doing what I've  been doing.

Home is where the heart is

It just so happens that I woke up sick and homeless.

Spending my last few weeks here just working because I've realized that my work tends to stay around longer than I do. It's almost time for the next Skate 4 Cancer tour in France and when I get there I'll have pretty much been on the road the entire time since the last tour.