I got 12 little tattoos from my friend Juan Puente yesterday.

Cash money and the mark of a 33rd degree Freemason.

The old Lowrider magazine logo and the Mac logo.

In honor of some of teachers: a Wu-Tang and a KRS-One.

And I can’t forget Jeru the Damaja and the Dead Kennedys. I sure learned a lot from them as well.

I got a crying lady’s eye to remind me of an old girlfriend. I broke her heart. And I got “Carron” in honor of my little sister.

I also got the name of my high school drafting teacher tattooed on me. He was the best teacher I ever had. Rest in peace, Mr. Shepherd.

And I finally got the fucking Black Flag bars. Finally.

Hope to see you at my show tomorrow at PPC!