my first tattoo...

I wanted a lot of tattoos when I was 17. I wanted some skeletons raising an anarchy flag with a bombs out cityscape in the background. I wanted some qoutes from the bible that I like, cuz it has some very good points in between all the crap. I wanted a parental advisory for explicit content on the side of my head where it was shaved for my mohawk. but I held off, because I was BROKE and wanted some things with more significance in my life that political beliefs or things I thought were funny.

So I waited. and developed my ideas. Life brought a lot of things my way, my wife, a daughter, almost dying myself, and then in 2009 a good friend of mine fell into a coma as a complication of his diabetes and his drinking. I won't go into the arguments we had about his drinking before this, but he was like a brother to me. After nearly dying in a car accident he came to my parent's house, where my wife and I were staying because we couldn't take care of ourselves, and half forced me to watch smallville with him. For days he would stop by after work and hang out with my crippled ass and watch smallville with me. After I healed and was able to go home we continued to watch it. for the next 4 years every thursday we'd all hang out and watch it. When he started to get worse in the hospital we made superman buttons to give everyone. When he passed it was rough on all of us. some of us decided to get tattoos of things that symbolized him to us. one friend got an xbox 360 remote on his bicep, another got the words "say it ain't so" on his bicep (the song he always sang at karaoke at the bar we all went to, i hated it and gave him tons of shit but now that song has a lot of meaning for me) and I got one that meant a lot to me: the death of superman symbol.

Our friend and tattoo artist has just left a horrible shop he was working at but hadn't started at his new one yet, so he came to our house. So we sat in my dining room eating habanero salsa, i was reading walking dead, and he was going to work. unfortunately within a few minutes of him starting my friends got word and invaded to watch. the down side to this was A: they were upset it wasn't hurting as much as they wanted it to, so they grabbed my walking dead book so i couldn't read. B: they had the artist take frequent smoke breaks so my arm would start to inflame and get tender. 4 hours it took to finish the tattoo. which was ridiculous, but i wasn't getting charged by the hour. But when it was done it was exactly what I wanted. a simple tribute to a departed brother.



bored!

THUG FACE!
my next one will be coming soon.