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When I needed it most, somebody threw me a...
Swag was a burly tattooed bloke, his British accent deserving the term “bloke,” and he advised me that the scale of the tattoo he’d drawn for me would be better down toward my ankle rather than higher on my calf where I’d originally imagined it. A DVD of Rob Zombie’s The Devil’s Rejects was playing on a tiny screen a foot from my face, and I turned my head to watch while he prepared his tray of colors and needles and salve.

I felt his gloved fingers pull my skin taut, breathed in a deep breath, and exhaled as I felt the first sweet sting of pain shoot through my whole body. The outline is always the easiest part of getting a tattoo, the skin fresh before the six speedy needles turn it into raw meat. William Forsythe was driving stakes through the hands of some battered man tied to a chair, and I closed my eyes as I felt Swag’s needles draw closer to my ankle bone.

My hands became fists and I drew in a deeper breath letting it out so slowly that I had to catch another one right afterward. All of five minutes had passed, and I was ready to jump out of the chair and scream, “Enough, already!” but I didn’t. I wanted this tattoo, and the sting of a thousand bees was the small price I had to pay.

I never watch the tattooist’s hands while he does his business; not because I don’t want to see what’s going on, but rather I just don’t want to calculate how much longer it will take. It’s always a good surprise, too, when I take that first look in the mirror at the fresh tattoo, the first time I’ll see what is going to be on my body forever.

So I’ve added another picture to my gallery, a roadmap that only I see when I take a shower, but while I lather up and see the water make each tattoo glisten, I feel the joy and pain each and every one gave me.

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tedwords From: tedwords Date: November 26th, 2005 06:55 pm (UTC) (Link)


Love it! And now I know what you did on your Thanksgiving vacation. Happy lathering.
creactivity From: creactivity Date: November 26th, 2005 07:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
I feel the joy and pain each and every one gave me.

That's the sentence.
From: tequilaprophet Date: November 26th, 2005 08:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
His ship, I'm assuming...
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: November 26th, 2005 08:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
No. His childhood nickname.
From: tequilaprophet Date: November 26th, 2005 08:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
From: kelly_green Date: November 26th, 2005 10:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
I've always wanted a tattoo, but don't have anything special enough that I'd want it on my body forever. You're fortunate to have so many tattoos that are special to you. :)
From: minnesattva Date: November 28th, 2005 05:14 am (UTC) (Link)
I was always scared of the needles, but now that's less a problem for me than that I'm also without a Thing that I want on my skin forever.

But these last couple of days, I've been wondering if maybe that's not quite as true as it once was...
From: cuppajohn Date: November 27th, 2005 07:41 am (UTC) (Link)
sweet tattoo, dude.
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guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: November 27th, 2005 10:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Billy was most definitely was a Navy guy.

Get tatted! It's fun!
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