04/22/2026
Somewhere between the long drives, risky meals that made no sense at the time, and convincing ourselves we still have knees like we’re 12… you forget you’re supposed to be “working” and remember why you started in the first place.
This trip to the Carolinas wasn’t just about tattoos—it was about hitting pause for a second. Laughing too hard, acting like kids, and realizing that when you’re traveling with someone who just *gets it*, everything feels lighter. The world slows down a bit, and the little moments start to matter more.
Connor, you’re one of those rare ones, man. An artist I respect, but more than that—a friend I genuinely enjoy doing life with. Thanks for keeping it real, keeping it fun, and reminding me not to take it all so seriously.
Where are we jumping next? 👀