A Decade of Novembers

10 years.

Today, it's been 10 years since my first tattoo.

Quite a ride it's been, ladies and germs.

This is one of those auto-publish entries, so I can't really tell you how Halloween night went. (I'm probably still out living it.)

But in 10 years, I feel like I'm on my third life. The world seems so much more promising than it used to.

I'm hoping those promises pay out...