You may recollect that I was distressed about the loss of a birthmark. It’s shrinking, fading. I don’t like this at all. As I said, my mum told me it was a present from her to me when I was born.
So here’s the deal. Someone suggested I got it tattooed. And now I’m booked into the local tattoo parlour on Sunday, about 12:30. The guy in there said to me, ‘I’ll do it for nothing if it’s that important to you.’ Forgive me if I think that’s immensely cool
I’ll give him a big up on here, and Facebook, and Twitter, and Tumblr. Anywhere else I can think of. Give him a big up too. He’s a nice guy.
No tags for this one. No categories. This is for me and my homegirls and homeboys. Thanks