Rusty Springs

Another few hours at the tattoo parlor today. The fun part was that because it's Sib's weekend, a rather large number of people (students, sibs, and parents) came into the shop to get something done. Definitely a ton of fun. Took a few cool pictures inside the tattoo parlor, as per usual, but liked this one better. Then there's the fact that the shot I wanted to use turned out a little blurry. *grrr* So, now we have...this...rusty...spring? *shrug*








^^Straight out of prison, it's next to impossible to regain any semblance of a "normal life". Especially when you have no family/social support. I couldn't get a job, because on the application I always had to acknowledge that I was an ex-con. I couldn't afford my medication for my PTSD (acquired during my time in the service), and the prison only gave me a week's worth when I was released. I had 14 dollars that the prison had given me the day I left, and that doesn't buy much these days. I came out of prison with the clothes on my back, a week's worth of meds, and fourteen dollars in my pocket. I guess it's no wonder I ended up here, on the streets. ^^