I feel like my work is full of House of 1000 corpses doppelgängers, between my coworkers and clients.
My Rob Zombie just got me a chicken taco.
And Captain Spalding gave me a ring for “putting up with an old fart”, taught me life lessons and we pinky promised over secrets I’ll never tell.
I honestly couldn’t be happier working anywhere else, I love this salon/tattoo shop.
I just miss you.
If I can’t have you I want nothing.
Whyyyyy do I always get theseeeeee