The world wasn't what I thought it to be. Dummy's rounded up in a half circle of friends, suffocating the free space of air like wind turbines blasting me of cold. Yesterday Los Angeles hit record heights for temperature. It's pretty hot up here. My visit to Taka was okay. Its damn expensive to get tattoo-ed . How the hell do bloggers keep at this shit all day? Deeply self-illusionists if you .. ask me.. We finished 60% . I think total we did, 50 hours. Taka is kind of slow but methodical. He is not the best in his family, but has a dark style, traditional and simple. I think Shinji or Akilla are the better, the latter of the two being renowned for a different style. But cost is one factor. Either way. The itching is the worst. The pain is bearable. But its no cake walk. What is that saying. Now I've started to work. Getting ready to take a real job. Live in the real world. USC was way high world. People wasting my precious time. Or me wasting my precious time on the affairs of others due to my boredom with the monotony of my own life. Goodbye to that, welcome self-indulgence. How to get on, alone. My new job requires me to socialize. Dear God. Ambe.