I got a text message today from the guy who tattooed me in 2003 - the big tribal-maori dragon I have on my left arm.
He opened a tattoo store once again after having semi-retired years ago when he became a father, and apparently business is very good... and he wants me to go and work there with him.
Of course, I have absolutely no graphic skills, and he knows it... so I'll never become a tattoo artist.
But quite possibly I can become a piercer, or even getting paid to stay all day in a tattoo shop and take appointments - and also getting free ink, of course! - sounds quite nice in my book.
I'll see him next week when I go back to Rome... in the meantime, keep fingers crossed for me, as this might be the kind of change I really needed.
He opened a tattoo store once again after having semi-retired years ago when he became a father, and apparently business is very good... and he wants me to go and work there with him.
Of course, I have absolutely no graphic skills, and he knows it... so I'll never become a tattoo artist.
But quite possibly I can become a piercer, or even getting paid to stay all day in a tattoo shop and take appointments - and also getting free ink, of course! - sounds quite nice in my book.
I'll see him next week when I go back to Rome... in the meantime, keep fingers crossed for me, as this might be the kind of change I really needed.
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Ditini incrociati per te allora ^_^