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I got up off my lazy ass one Friday morning and went hunting...hunting photos, that is, along Fort Worth's seedy ol' Highway 80, which was renamed Camp Bowie West by the powers that be to rid it of a bad rep even though the joints along the highway still have bad reps, and found the El Dorado Motel --- a motel with a perfect look and location for some teenage horror psycho killer slasher flick.
I hadn't been down Highway 80, the part of it on the west side of Loop 820, in quite some time and was surprised to see that the motel was still there and still open for business. As I pulled into a business strip to park and get out and walk over and take this photo I thought to myself, "DAMN! That old ass place is still there? I got to go get a photo of that place before it's torn down."
Sometimes getting off your lazy ass and going outside into the bad, bad world pays off. It did for me the day I rediscovered this classic motel.
Took a lunch time trip with a couple of co-workers to a Salvation Army thrift store on Fort Worth's north side and as we were driving down NW 28th Street we came upon this wild ass lookin' tattoo parlor. The woman driving stopped in its parking lot, all gravel, and I hopped out of her SUV and snapped this pic. Look at the clown. Look at his pants. See that chopped off arm clinging to his pants? OH MY GOD.
And, hey, this place has a badass website. Check it out here by clicking this link Apathy International and here's a story about the place from the FW WEEKLY, Skin Deep.
I've never gotten a tattoo. Not that I wouldn't want one. I just have never figured out what I'd want tattooed on my ass. Well, not my ASS, literally. But if I do think of something to get emblazoned onto my flesh I'll go to this place for sure. In fact, this might inspire me to really think hard on what I'd want. Now, if I think of something then I'll draw it myself and take it to them. If I'm gonna get some "ink" then I want it to be something I've drawn, something original.
Anyway, this place is fucking cool, period.
I got up off my lazy ass one Friday morning and went hunting...hunting photos, that is, along Fort Worth's seedy ol' Highway 80, which was renamed Camp Bowie West by the powers that be to rid it of a bad rep even though the joints along the highway still have bad reps, and found the El Dorado Motel --- a motel with a perfect look and location for some teenage horror psycho killer slasher flick.
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