Hello out there, I'm sitting here typing this and looking at my black straight jacket. It looks awesome but this damn thing really could be the death of me. I'm going to actually lock myself up in this jacket and be on fire. It gives a whole new meaning to the word adrenaline. I'm fucking excited to do this. Well, hell I've had a good run at it. My life has been filled with ups and downs and everything in between. If I were to die entertaining people then I will die happy!
Speaking of life. I spent this past weekend helping a good friend move. I have known Jess forever and when she needed some help, I was right there. Many people think I'm just an arrogant asshole that only cares about himself. For the most part, I can't argue with that statement. But, when it's a friend that I value I will bend over backwards for them. We moved last Saturday and Sunday. Even though we were working, it was great to just hang out with friends. Friends are more important than anyone gives them credit for. I know I have learned the value of true fucking friend.
This weekend I'm going for more ink. I can't fucking wait to get this tattoo. We may be doing the tattoo that will mark my beginning in magic. All of my tattoos have alot of meaning and this will be no different. Let's just say it's an amped up version of a very old school magic idea. I will definitely post the pictures when it's finished for you all to see. Randall is going to draw this tattoo up for me, the same as he has all of them. My ink is custom made by one of the few remaining artists in the tattoo industry. All goes back to friends. Not only is Randall the best damn tattoo artist I know, but he is another one of my good friends.
I'm actually excited for something that I never thought I would do again. I went hunting when I was younger and I thought it would be alot of fun, but damn, waking up at the ass crack of dawn and sitting in the freezing fucking cold waiting for an animal to happen by definitely wasn't something I had thought through much. LOL The last time I went hunting I ended up falling into a creek and got frostbit. I also ended up knocking the scope out of site when I fell. I did shoot a doe after that, but since the scope was messed up I shot her in the gut. When I got to her she wasn’t dead so I pointed the gun right between her eyes and pulled the trigger. When all was said and done I was frostbit and covered in brains and blood. That was the last fucking time I tried hunting. LOL
Now I'm debating going again. I can assure you. There will be no getting up in the fucking morning and their won't be a gun. I'm thinking about taking my bow out for the season. Still something up in the air and I'm not sure if I really want to or if I just like shooting at bullseye's. LOL I guess we'll see and I'll let you all know how that goes.
It's my favorite time of year. I don't like it for just the trees changing, the Thanksgiving dinner we all enjoy, or hunting season. I love this time of year for one reason alone. I fucking love Halloween. I love scaring the shit out of anybody I can and watching my Princess dress up to go trick or treating. This year the Halloween season gave me a great idea. I am redoing my living room. It's very gothic looking. I have black and white netted drapes , dark walls, and I'm not even close to being done. I went to a Halloween store in Parkersburg WV a few weeks ago and seen a zombie woman that would look fucking awesome hanging in the corner. It's going to look dark, scary, and tantalizing. It's a representation of me!!
Either way, that's all for now. Thanks again to all my great fans that continue to look at my site and give me the love and support it takes to be the entertainer you all deserve.
Until next time,
