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Drunken eggs November 3, 2017
Oh happy day November 2, 2017
Well hung. November 1, 2017
A look back. October 18, 2017
Wind for breakfast.. lunch and dinner. October 18, 2017

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Treat every meal as if it was your last. Savoury mince and pasta pipes cooked 'to the tooth', heaped with mozzarella.. and cheddar thats far more mature than myself... topped with the best of all the avos.. the hass.. and decorated with tasty nasturtium leaves, and one delicious flower for colour. Make sure youre digesting something pretty when you go. But not in a Hannibal Lecter kinda way.

This morning my baby sister said that i look like a nerdy drug dealer. Like im about to try sell her some heroin.. and then go and watch start wars. Lol. Got me some braids put in my hair when i was bored. Thought id try em out because im contemplating getting the ol dreads. My hair pisses me off far too much when im sailing.... and possibly the dreads will save me from tearing my own hairs out next time i get shipwrecked.

Dug this monster up the other day.. and just used it for the first time in years. This is one of a pair of tattoo machines that i lugged up mt Kilimanjaro to do a tattoo on the summit when we launched our 'Mark of the rhino' project. The other tattoo machine of the pair, i sold to the 'Pawn stars' on the history channel TV program of the same name, and the proceeds went to the Mankwe rhino sanctuary. This machine i kept... as i still have some epic plans for it. Wonder what i will do first? #tattoo #kilimanjaro #skintradecpt #skintradejnb #adventure

If you had as much stress as i do at the moment... youd also want a nice rim job when you get home from work. Homemade caipiroska ala Brazil! The salt on the rim is ala margarita.. but i like to mix my drinks.

After all the crazy action sailing the high seas..Im taking a holiday.. back at work. Slinging that sweet ink at Skintrade tattoos again. Come challenge me peasants!

When its hot in Africa.. and an ice cream truck rolls by the tattoo shop playing that timeless old wind up tune.. its time for somebody to take a run and make the interception. Some things just never get old. Like laughing at your buddy when his ice cream falls on the floor.

Today... after the luck i scored at the market yesterday on the vintage strap on roller skates.... i managed to score another coup today. Found a super retro pair of full shoe roller skates in absolutely mint condition. They have been used only once by the previous owner... on a carpet... and then stashed, never to be used again... until now. This is more than just a pair of roller skates to me though. This pair is identical to a pair i had as a kid. These things back then represented personal freedom. A way to leave my impoverished neighbourhood... and go and explore other... nicer areas. To go see and admire things that others took for granted. They took me away... to anywhere i wanted to go. I could just stretch a leg and strike out a toe, then id be gliding down the cracked sidewalks... a mobile person. They were also my daily transport for quite some time. Bus fare for school was a bridge too far for our budget... so in std 4 i would skate the 10kms to school in the morning... and 10kms back again in the afternoon. I never ever complained though... cause these things were like my best friends.. and its really cool to see them again after all this time apart. I think its important to remember your past.. all the while looking towards your future... and this has been an epic reminder of how good life can be, irrespective of your standing in society, when its kept simple and pure. That pair was old and beaten up by the time they were handed down to me. These things in their new incarnation are so shiny and showroomy! The chances of me actually finding a set of these particular ones... in this brand new condition.. in SA...are absolutely miniscule. The odds on me finding a pair like this.. and then discovering that they fit like they were custom made for me... are astronomical! Some days i think that maybe somebody up there likes me.

I always sleep with a piece of the Berlin wall next to me. It reminds me that no matter how dire or impossible your situation may seem, at any moment the walls could tumble and allow the sun back in. No matter how sturdy the walls and barriers appear to be, note that I have a piece of the Berlin wall.. but not a piece of the sledgehammers that bought it down. Sledgehammers dont crumble and quit. They chip away till the job is done. And if you erected the walls that keep you from living your own life properly... remember that if you put them up, you already know how to tear em down. Start today! Live in hope... not in hopelessness. Banish negativity. Its never helped anybody... and never will. It is energy sapping and wasteful. Daydream about what you want the change to look like... and youll quite possibly manifest that impossible dream into the waking world. Be bold.. be fierce... but be kind. You may need help dumping the rubble later.

Thank god for small mercies! When youre freezing to death and go scrabbling for something to eat... only to discover a quarter bottle of whiskey lurking in the cupboard. Hello whiskey! Long time no see! Aint nothing like coffee with a smell to warm the ol cockle.