Martin is a friend of mine. over the last several years we have got to know each other very well. we talk as often as most friends do, although , almost ever time we talk i hurt him. not emotionally. but physically. because i tattoo him.
he has great stories, had led a very interesting life, one of change and growth, of over coming adversity, and conquering demons. he has a huge heart, and goes out of his way for people. i am a better person for knowing him. here is something he wrote for me recently, i thought i would share.
the city drat
looks good in leather and ink.
you could assume
this to be the sign of a hunter,
but no ...
the city drat
plays music in dark smokey bars.
you might think him an evil pied piper of sorts,
a mystic demon with a twist.
sounds interesting ... but wait
the city drat
moves fast like a cheetah.
many have looked over thier shoulder
to see him closing in on them.
fear not ... he's only having fun
the city drat ... unlike lestat,
loves beer, and lives in human years.
racing bikes, is what he likes,
and he carries art, within his heart.
no lie ... he's such a drat !
by martin ... with much love