Hey, nobody’s really given specifics, at least not in an obvious way. Are there any regulars besides Amanda, Vazquez, and myself that have tats?
Anyway, while I fiddle around to see if I can get a good picture of mine, I’ll leave you with a fun story for those too squeamish to get tats. (Fuckin’ pussies can’t handle getting a needle jammed into your skin about a hundred times a minute? I’d do that for fun without the ink!) Pardon me, another one of my parentheticals got loose and took over the post. Where was I? Oh yes…
So, when I was getting my first one finished up, the artist turned to one of her co-workers and said, “Hey, do you have a ‘number six’ I can borrow?” She got one. It turned out to my amusement that a “number six” wasn’t a type of needle, but a rig with six needles in a line that the artist could use like a paintbrush on your skin. (And they come in much bigger sizes of course.) Fun times.
Oh, and on another note, I’ve been thinking that if I ever get a third tattoo, I want this:
It’s a paraphrase of Leviticus 19:28, translating to roughly, “Thou shalt not tattoo yourselves.”