2008 is one week old
2008 is one week old. This year is of to a rough start. For me that is. Two days before the year ended a drunken customer hit me because I refused to give him a beer. It was a right hook that would knock you out. But because I have a lot of fighting experience this guy did not knock me out. My lip was swollen for a week. Any other week would be okay with me, but this week was the turn of the year. You can’t kiss the girls with a swollen lip.
My tattoo is completely healed. On this picture the tattoo is one minute old. By now it’s not red anymore and the lines are not that dark anymore. It looks just the way I wanted it. No it looks better. This is my first. But I’m not saying my last. My mother is not gonna like that sentence. My mother saw my tattoo when it was one day old. She came here to Holland to be with here sons for the holidays. I put the tattoo the night before my mother came here. I was a little afraid she wouldn’t like it, but she loved it. No matter how old I am, I will always want my mothers approval. Even if she didn’t approve I would still put the tattoo. But it feels better knowing you have your mothers blessings. 
She is and always will be the most important woman in my life.
Wednesday I’m gonna do something I’ve never done before. And something people would never expect me to do. I’m gonna start salsa lessons. A very good friend of mine was looking for a salsa partner that wouldn’t start grabbing her ass. So she asked me. She knows I’m to much of a gentleman to do that. I only hope I don’t dance on her toes with my two left feet. Wish me luck.
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