My average amount of sleep equation this past weekend looks something like this: 4 days x 24 hours = 96 hours. 3 hours of sleep a night x 4 days = 12 hours. 96 – 12 = NOT ENOUGH. (Somehow, that all makes sense. I’m sure of it) I never get sick, and it was enough to make me get a cold. How lame is that? Maybe I’m getting old.
So I was thinking the other day about how crazy it would be if a huge worldwide disaster hit right at that moment and communication and the ability to travel were reduced to zero. What would you do? In my case, I was hours away from my house, my family, my dogs, most of my friends…. would I have banded together with the people I was with, and formed a new family? Would I have tried to get back to my car and race home, against all odds? What about food, and shelter? Yes, my mind is a crazy place to be, and I enjoy every second of it. I bet you didn’t know that I am absolutely terrified of dying. Sometimes, the fear hits me so hard I can’t move. It’s not the actual act of dying, I’m cool with that part, it’s inevitable. It’s the part after, the part where I have to face God. I know I’m not good enough, but what is He thinks so too? It literally paralyzes me sometimes.
I wrote a song the other day, and it was inspired by a very specific event. Someday I’ll thank that person face-to-face, but for now it’ll be my little secret. It’s most interesting that way, I think.
So, on to Musink. It was a music and tattoo convention put on in Dallas, TX and hosted by Oliver Peck. Basically, it was 3 straight days of partying and getting tattooed by some of the best of the best. I met some really cool people. I got to shoot, which was awesome, and I have a ton of pictures to go through. For now, here are some photos of the headlining band, The Used. I really enjoyed shooting their set.
I should probably sleep now.