My cousin Char is the best. After getting re-routed to Anchorage because of the weather, his 20 min flight turned into a day and a half journey. He finally made it, partied up for the anniversary party and then got a nice, big rib tattoo started. So stoked he made it. Great to see him and he sat like a rock.
Jenny is awesome. She got tattooed two days in a row and took a ton of great photos at the anniversary party, which I will steal and post very soon.
I was cleaning out a bunch of email stuff and came across a few emails I sent to aron last year. Here’s the best one (with pics from a few):
Yo, dudley. Here are some pics. I gotta get the ones off my other camera of the graf scene here. Siiiiiick. There’s another picture of the tree thing with side bangers this time, a house number (dude brought 100 year old numbers off an old house) and jumbo nail combo. The banner supposedly says “Blood, sweat and tears”. I also did the roman numerals for 666 today. Wasn’t that great, so I didn’t get a picture, but it was fun. And there’s the snake/skull/ puerto rico combo that I was sitting down to draw right after I talked to you this morning. That dude sat awesome. Fuckin’ champ. And some sketchbook pages… I started to use light purple correction pencils for the light sketch, but they suck. They are like the red ones, supposed to be eraseable, but just kinda smudge and stain the paper. Gotta get more really hard pencils for sketching…
By the way, I also just ate a delicious cheese stuffed crust Digoirno frozen pizza. The Limited Edition Three Meat Combo (With A Hint Of Garlic). Signed and numbered… I’m not a collector, so I just ATE that shit! Sometimes I buy old comics and just rip them up. Fuck the future! Kids are faggots.
-Dave
I don’t know anything about this band, but that’s probably for the best. I hate any new music after 1988, but the dude who got this was a fucking champ.
I painted this a couple of years ago for an art show in Seattle that Liberty Tattoo put on. My friend Liv gave me a picture of an old circus poster a long time ago featuring The Great Peters… The Man With the Iron Neck. I think we were going to use it for a band flyer or something, but it never fit. The poster was from 1931. The Great Peters died on years later in 1945 when the rope broke. 
Myspace pulled down this picture so fast that I thought it just failed to upload, so when I tried to upload it again, I received a stern warning about uploading offensive content and was told my profile is about to be shut off. So weird.
Sold to Mr. Hernandez.
