Enjoying the Flagstaff Fourth of July Parade, we were abruptly slapped with the reality that on-lookers of such an event are not always the Norman Rockwell types. This broad bullied her way into our curb space with the congeniality of a doberman. During the parade, our feelings quickly healed when we noticed that this crack head really didn't like people, and her behavior was not provoked by my bald head, or the loudness of my excited children.
Pa Gene was quick to take this photo for me adequately documenting her crASSness.
Upon further inspection, this is what her tattoo says right above the nicest part of this fiend -"I have enough friends..."
Gene and I figured she lost a bet, passed out in mixed company, or just needed a hit so she had this engraved into her earthly vessel.
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