YOU AINT EVER REALLY WANTED AROUND HERE.

Conrad arches an eyebrow, openly intrigued at the other's progress so far, "Damn. Not bad at all." he said, a tone of impress to his voice. He'd only just started his own journey about a year prior, and he'd not managed to get near as far away from the place that he'd started as he would've liked to. Ten states felt immense, comparatively. "So do you have a goal?" "Callin' it a goal feels like of too solid. I think I'd call it more...I guess an idea, of what I'd like to happen." Conrad said, watching the ember of his cigarette burn warm orange. "I'd like to get down to California. . Maybe see about getting work at a tattoo shop. I've done some commission work for people who liked what I could do and paid me directly, but I'd like something a little more solid. Maybe open my own place, or at least co-own." Conrad mused, taking another breath of his cigarette before letting it out slowly through his nose. "But if I can't make that happen, then that second thing you said would be good enough. Just getting somewhere else, anywhere fucking else."

“If you’re alright with showing me, I mean.”

It doesn’t look like much but waffle stitch :))