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“Mr. Tattoo man!”
“Hey monster.” How asian people called me during my first travel, more than 10 years ago.
But finally, a term about I can hardly smile, actually not at all, “Hello rasta man!”, which I heard mostly down south. Morons are everywhere. I mean seriously, rasta man?! And offering me Bob Marley shirts and rastafari bracelets. I would rather cut my hand off than wearing a rastafari bracelet, and my ears before, just in case they turn on some reggae dope, my eyes first, not to see their donkey smile. You guys really have no idea, stop smoking!