My Adventures in Adulting

Rathdrum Idaho

Have you heard pitch of true silence? That ringing you may recall. The whispers of the wind through trees. The kind of silence that a twig snap could be heard from afar. The deathly howls a gusty day.
Fuck be glad, I don't write too much shit like that. It hurts my brain not being me here.
I can imagine the work you put in to write anything that takes some imagination coherently conducive and in part some way involved with mathematical power points in verbs and adjectives making up stuff that is easily readable an stuff....
It's a beautiful third day here in Bozeman Montana. The weather has been grand. The people have been more than generous with their time given.
I went into a head shop today, and I was kind of let down. Not because it was a head shop where you can buy paraphernalia (I wouldn't have ever spelled paraphernalia without my helper) mostly for the sorting of green tobaccos. Or medicine here in Montana. They have the stores here but they do not allow you to buy it unless you get a green card.
It's green for a couple different reasons but I'm off subject.
It was called the grateful shed. It had all the cool letters and I thought I was walking into a dead head shop. For real though. My old buddy Matt, loves hippie stuff in the DEAD category.
Next door to it was a tattoo shop I wanted to check out. Funny... no stickers at the hed shop. Just saying, what Head shop in America doesn't have stickers man?
The tattoo shop name is Sacred Images. The building itself was old but the people inside seemed very tight. Very family like. Just speaking with them, I could tell they've had many good times together.
The owners name escapes my mind completely.

The feeling of this shop was quite familiar to me. The people in it seemed very talented a lot of the images I saw there are not a reflection of what I seen on google images. Their work was respectable upon walking into the shop.
I only got to see the front half. It seemed to have way more room in the back.
We were in a good conversation when a lady came in and it was like the boss had shown up. Something very familiar to me and I understand it perfectly. It was time to go.
I nearly forgot my phone. Felt like a cluts pushing the wrong side of the door and spinning a full 360 on my way out the door. I felt dumb.
Once I got over it, I found my way to another shop to introduce myself to.
AETHER TATTOO CLUB Bozeman, Montana.
I found the Thrash's of Bozeman right here. Her name is Olivia Hogan. Beautiful Wonder Woman looking woman. I want to know these guys here. I want to know, like know them. Individually.
This shop covers all your needs. Traditional to Realism. Illustrated to countless other spectrums.