Pavel had just finished his last set of the nightclub Ceilo as he walked out of the nightclub that was now early morning outside as opposed to when he entered while it was dark out. He had stopped at the coffee shop just a few buildings down the road to get a two cream sugar coffee as he started his small walk. Pavel does own a vehicle but he didn't want to leave his red 69' Chevy Chevelle SS outside at night especially with the types of crowd that typically frequented his place of work. Ahhh the nice fresh air felt nice after being inside of the club with tons of people grinding to the beats that he drops. 

	Pavel was covered in tattoos the only place that he really didn't have any was his neck and arms but his chest, back and legs are covered in them. The only one that was on his arms is one tattoo on his wrist, of someones name that he hadn't put there himself but randomly appeared there one day. The date was getting near that was inscribed on his wrist. His mysterious tattoo hasn't done anything weird since it is randomly appeared.  

	He was halfway home before he had stopped for another coffee at his second regular coffee shop for another two cream two sugar. He had been thinking lately of how he was going to meet his soul mate since he didn't really break routine since nothing really peaked his interests. He was thinking of taking some kickboxing classes since he usually had mornings or evenings off, whichever he chose. He was walking down the street in his 'Fuck Bitches, Smoke Weed, Eat Cereal' T-shirt that he occasionally wore to work, from a selection of other similar shirts. So he hoped that his significant other was going to pass him on a different day or had a twisted sense of humor like him. I guess it is time for him to go to the mall to get some gear if he was going to start kickboxing classes.