On June 1st, I awoke to a new roommate. The miserable, charming Bailey Hunter Robinson. His room is full of antique scissors, rusted straight-razors, taxidermied reptiles and two stuffed pheasants. Anyway, the other night he returned from the local watering hole three sheets to the wind and spent a good half-hour mopping our floor with his head.
In his sober hours he’s a very talented tattoo artist. Check out Bailey Robinson Tattoo.