This is a photo of my best friend Matt's first tattoo. He didn't tell anyone he got it, I just happened to notice it and asked him if it was real. 'Maybe', he said. He has over seven tattoos now, most of which he's done himself. This photo reminds me of the great nights we used to have in New Jersey, breaking into abandoned buildings and old schools, getting fucked up and staying up all night.
I don't see him very often now because we live in different places. I miss him.