When in Rome

The outside of this tattoo parlour in the complex of my apt has become oscar's dumping ground. Bad days or good (but when do i have bad days?) im there like twice a day. The reason why I mention this is because the guys who work there are phenomenal. Ok, some are greasy and I would never go near with a 6ft pole, but some have that edginess only Justin Bobby emulates ("a man so great he has two names"-hills). Since im on a mission to make london toronto, and toronto L.A, I figure there is nothing more chic than being surrounded by ridiculously tattood gentleman, who no joke was listening to Alanis Morissette (I'm a bitch) in his white convertable car. cefkljmpokx; t2v hw

As of now oscar just poo's outside their window and I flash a million dollar smile while scooping, but since its summer, the skirts are getting shorter, the days longer, it all has just begun.