Monday, April 12, 2010
Though I helped designed this particular tattoo myself (another proud moment in history), I did not remember including any sea gulls in the original image. I thought I wanted the tattoo at the time, but I knew I couldn't stomach watching someone stab me over and over with a motorized needle that makes a sound similar to a miniature jack hammer breaking up the concrete that was my tender skin. In all of my toughness, I didn't once look down at any of my tattoos while they were being done. I can only imagine that, in this case, the artist took it upon himself to add some 'flair' to what was became yet another one of my colorful and tasteless bad decisions.
This will be the first time I will be treating this particular tattoo. I am eager to rid my skin of that magenta madness. I remember the bruises from this tattoo lasting a very long time, which probably means that the needle went deeper than it should have.
The big, black raven/crow/black bird is very new, and is another story. It is one that is best saved for a day that is not today.
Stock market tip of the day: Invest in salicylic acid, because I am going to need buckets of it to remove my ugly-ass tattoos.