I just got home from Kansas City, Missouri. I got it in my head to go to KCMO, Saturday morning, so I packed some clothes, woke up, and we bumped.

It was good to get away. I’ve been wanting to get out of town for awhile. We met up with my uncle and 3 cousins. Everyone got a new tattoo except me. I really wanted to get another one, but I wasn’t sure if I truly wanted one or if I wanted one for the pain. I decided to get one touched up for now. The tat I had redone is the one on my chest… the heart with wings. It looks good again.

We had a good time. It was nice to socialize with my . I’ve ignored almost everyone for so long.

On this day..