My housemate, friend and frequent Love City visitor Trace got some ink at The Painted Temple the other day.

Trace was really, really nervous.

But after the initial prick, he calmed down. I guess he just thought it was going to hurt a lot more then it did.

It reads: Amigos y familia estan cerca de mi corazon.
Translated: My friends and family are close to my heart.

Inspecting it.

What I learned: Taking photos of someone actually getting a tattoo is is pretty boring. Trace’s tattoo took at least 45 minutes (30 of which I spent sleeping on a bench). The interesting photos come from people, not the external stuff.

My roommates fish died while he was in Vegas, so we had a funeral for it last week.

It was weird having the word “Funeral!” called out around the house.