My Left Arm

Because no tattoo idea is a good idea, I decided it is time to post a picture of my left arm. It's by far the most 'inked up' part of my body. There are two separate tattoos on my left arm. One of them dates back to about 1998 or 1999. It is a lovely medley of stars, star dust, the moon, and even some sea gulls. That's right. I said sea gulls.

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.

Healing Process

It has been a few days since I treated my right arm. It's been slowly developing a few small scabs, and the skin is dry and flaky.

Because this is not technically the first treatment, I am starting to see positive results. There is some slight discoloration, and what used to be clean, bold lines is now starting to look like something that has seen one too many sun burns.

Though I am ready to be tattoo-free, I am not sure how I feel about dealing with a year's worth scabs, dry skin, and what I can only describe right now as 'scraps'.