and tonight this letter is my last hope.

I got my NOLA tattoo yesterday. I found a parlour down on Magazine called Idle Hands, strolled in with my bit of text printed on a paper and in no time the quick and cordial Flex Wenger whipped up my 12th (or 13th, depending on how we're counting) tattoo. Not only was the experience fast … Continue reading and tonight this letter is my last hope.