"I assure you we're open"

"Squid Ink Tattoos" I am a freelance tattoo artist which is an artistic way to make some good money. The only problem with tattoo work is dealing with these teenie bopping bitchs who think they are "god's gift to men everywhere". A cute smile and some flirting doesn't pay the bills, so open up that $300.00 fucking purse mommy and daddy bought you, and pay me. Other than that, I love tattooing. "Montes Sign Design" is my own low key sign company. I deal mostly in vinyl lettering. Truck lettering, Pinstriping, custom Airbrush design on motorcycles, helmets, truck beds, guitars, etc. Hand painted lettering, carved wooden signs. I design, construct and sometimes install signs at a professional level at a very competitive price, I am self employed and I can match any mainstream shops price, or at least do my best. I miss boston, at least there, people mind their own business, and they didn't whine so much. Sweet sixteen please just shut the fuck up, goddamnit. Fuck them all, I just need that one special person and i'm fine. We can lay in bed all day long, naked, cuddling, smoke a joint, passionate wild sex, and some junk food. We can make fun of the insecure bleach blonde bullemic rich bitches together, and thier Barbie and Ken lookalike conterpart corpses. The braindead, neckless lettermen assholes with the bimbo in one hand and thier buddy's cock in the other. Thier idea of a good time is date rapping a semi-passed out chick, possibly drugged, with vommit on her face and cloths in a dirty, dark, frat house bathroom. Fuck making fun of these people, my dream girl, without hesitation, would join me in CARVING these fucking wastes of life out of society like some horror movie plot. Then we'll make fun of the looks on thier faces, while we play in thier blood. Hah, Thats love... well thats something... no it's love, crazy love.