'take a number [chess]

[Dazy Danzing]

The last time I had been at the shop, well it had been a while. Mostly everyone said I disappeared. It wasn’t true. The people I wanted to know I was gone I told. The others, they got left in the dark and probably wasn’t important. My time away was me trying to find myself you could say. Honestly, I’m not sure if anything was found. Maybe a sense of peace being away from the full of drama place. Everything seem to thrive off of drama. Drama, drama, drama. Why couldn’t people just get high or something and be mellow for awhile. Before I left, I swear I felt like I was a star in a daytime soap. Yes, it was that bad. New year meant a new start, a different me and hopefully a better life.

Walking into the shop, how it felt almost like my first day. It was just different. It seem to change. Maybe I just had blocked it from my mind so much it became a faint present. Being greeted by the few that actually seem to like me, I couldn’t help but to smile. Some of them seem like family and others. They were the type you only talked to when had to. Most of the talk was about the difference in my hair. For the moment, it was normal! Normal! Dazy normal? Yea they couldn’t believe it either. It was a light blonde for the time being. Needed a break from the ‘normal’. Well my normal at least. A course I had no appointments scheduled, no one knew when they hell I would be back. I liked the art of surprise.

Sitting behind the counter, I talked with some of the guys as they goofed around. Sketching my in my note pad I was actually in a fantastic mood. So much of a fantastic mood, I didn’t think anything could ruin it. Nothing could because I wouldn’t let anything ruin it. Yes, the more I said it to myself the more I believed it. I was going to stick to my word and promise to myself.

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tagged; Chess
notes; hmmm my starter is blah

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[Chess Lincoln]

{ everything that you ever loved, }

Exhaling loudly, I stepped out from the back of the tattoo shop with the photographer who had just been doing more ink tattoos. It was going to be pretty interesting; being in the Rebel Ink magazine; but I wasn’t bound to complain. The past few months, my career had started to soar. I would be able to walk into a store and go to the magazines and pick out my face on the front cover. It was a pretty intense feeling; and the photographer was pretty stoked and surprised that it was my first time actually being that popular with people. And I was making so much money as well. Modeling, tattooing, etc. basically described my large gain in money for this month. It was a perfect way to start out the new year.

As I stepped into the front area, I noticed a blond girl I had never seen before. I walked the photographer to the front of the store and thanked him before he thanked me back and left. My mind was reeling about who this chick could be. I didn’t remember them talking about getting another person to work. I remember that Dazy left but the past few months we had been getting along perfectly fine without her. So my mind stayed reeling. I let my mind race back before turning around to see what the guys were doing talking with the girl. Today was pretty slow. So I pulled up a chair and shot a glance at the girl before looking away and realizing that it was Dazy. And with that, my heart sunk. I just ignored the feeling the best I could. What drama could be here today?

In an attempt to avoid any of the conversation that I just walked into; I said nothing. Pulling out my phone, I went over my calendar to see what was left on my agenda today. I figured my sitting there wouldn’t harm anything. When the conversation went silent; I looked up at Dazy and gave her a gentle nod. “Welcome back, Dazy. Nice change, I see. I didn’t recognize you.” That was a pretty neutral response… which unfortunately for me could’ve been taken in any way she wanted it to be.

{ will be taken away }
^{the moment you shut your eyes.}

tagged; Dazy
notes; lets get this on the ROAD. WOO
inspiration; to keep from getting burned - MIW

[Dazy Danzing]

Seeing Chess, I guess you could say ruined my day somewhat. But I refused to let that,girl, fuck it up. A good mood meant a good day. I was going to stay on that path. I was recently informed of her recent fame. Wasn’t that wonderful? Little Miss Chess had some sort of fame. The wonderful amazing joy I felt for her, not really. Flipping to a new page in my sketch pad, I listened to most of the conversation and I doodled the words ‘Be Nice!’ all over the page. This was me keeping my cool. Trying to be nice. Yes, I felt like I was in school writing punish work but it was helping. Pushing one of the guys away as he tried to look at it, I keep writing my lines. Making some look like graffiti and such.

Rolling my eyes to myself hearing her voice, I looked at her when my name came out of her mouth. For a few seconds, I wasn't sure how to take her words. Being nice or being a smart ass. “Hm," I said before looking down at the doodles of reminders. There was some what of a bone I had to pick with her but was now the place? No but I wanted it to be. Looking back over at her, my mind was thinking evil thoughts. “I decided to be normal for a change and not a hippie cause you know we aren't very successful." My comment was blunt and I could care less. No, I wasn't mean about it. Just blunt. Honestly, inside my thoughts was smiling. Why? Cause it was a sassy remark from a comment I was told she made.
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tagged; Chess
notes; I dunno! I really don’t!

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