Your Move, Taylor.

Last night started off a lot like any other night. After grinding away for nine long hours at the office I headed to the local convenient store. I prefer buying my alcohol from convenient store's rather than liquor stores or beer marts because they are much more expensive there. I would like to think that since I spend more than needed that it makes the beer taste better.




To have my ordinary night continue I was to meet a beautiful young woman out for dinner. This happens just about every single night. It isn't really a big deal.



After dining on the finest cheeseburgers in the greater Buffalo area my escort and I found ourselves at a birthday party at a local tattoo parlour. There was alcohol flowing, Wu Tang blaring from the speakers of iBook's and general fun being had by all.



So as the evening went on some of the tattoo artist had began giving away their art for free to those who were willing to have their bodies permanently marked. At this point I noticed my female escort for the evening eying up some of the dudes who were into getting inked. At this point I know that needed to be done. I needed to get inked.



I am thinking to myself real hard at this point. As I am about to stain my body with ink forever and ever what could I put on me that could this shorty all the sides of a humble baller. The money side, the cooter loving side, the power hungry side, the drunk side, no, no. None of those will do. I would show off my sensitive side. That will show this fair lass what a "sensitive" man I am.




So yeah, last night I got bombed and got my mom's name tattooed across my heart.