This guy's name was "Man." He wanted to be my bff at the Richmond airport.
He had the worst tattoos and was so proud about how little he paid for them.
This is him with his army buddies, discussing tattoos (mine and in general).
I slept in an airport. Not stoked.
That shit was bananas.
Syracuse skies.
Got a pedicure. It's already coming off. I liked my place here better.
This guy was a super douche on the airport shuttle. Who wears a wife beater on a plane?
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