It's lunch, so now I can officially do this. Just a couple quick (ha) thoughts.
Everyone should have a theme song, right? I've decided for now mine is "Outsider" by The Ramones and masterfully redone by Green Day on the Ramones tribute CD. I like the song because I loved the book The Outsiders when I was a kid, and imagining myself walking down the street in NYC as a Ramone, while folks are pulling the kids away, is just too good.
Everyone should also have their own porn star name. For now I'm torn between Rod Steel and Buck Wild.
And, everyone should recall their first tattoos and what prompted them. I always wanted to be a greaser, bank robber, carnie, or other character who had good hair and looked hot with a cigarette hanging out of their mouth. In 8th grade I started carving tattoos in my arms with razor blades and rubbing india ink in the wounds. It made tatts that lasted for about 6 weeks. Clever, eh. My first one was an anchor (nice). The summer after 8th grade I stayed with a friend from a river town near Chicago, we drank a bottle of brandy, and I spent several hours needle-pricking a heart into my arm; needle, thread, and india ink. The heart was pretty good for a county jail styled outline. Next I got a Zig Zag man on my right shoulder, around age 15. If you don't know, that's the rolling papers dude. Very smart. Hello! I smoke pot, the tattoo shouted. Many years later I took a piece of sheet, a pot of hot water, a bowl of salt, and wrapped the sheet piece around my hand like I was going to shine shoes, got it wet, dipped it in salt, and rubbed off both tattoos. A very lengthy painful process, but for po-boy laser, it worked. Then years later I started over again. Now I'm getting bored. Later!
Everyone should have a theme song, right? I've decided for now mine is "Outsider" by The Ramones and masterfully redone by Green Day on the Ramones tribute CD. I like the song because I loved the book The Outsiders when I was a kid, and imagining myself walking down the street in NYC as a Ramone, while folks are pulling the kids away, is just too good.
Everyone should also have their own porn star name. For now I'm torn between Rod Steel and Buck Wild.
And, everyone should recall their first tattoos and what prompted them. I always wanted to be a greaser, bank robber, carnie, or other character who had good hair and looked hot with a cigarette hanging out of their mouth. In 8th grade I started carving tattoos in my arms with razor blades and rubbing india ink in the wounds. It made tatts that lasted for about 6 weeks. Clever, eh. My first one was an anchor (nice). The summer after 8th grade I stayed with a friend from a river town near Chicago, we drank a bottle of brandy, and I spent several hours needle-pricking a heart into my arm; needle, thread, and india ink. The heart was pretty good for a county jail styled outline. Next I got a Zig Zag man on my right shoulder, around age 15. If you don't know, that's the rolling papers dude. Very smart. Hello! I smoke pot, the tattoo shouted. Many years later I took a piece of sheet, a pot of hot water, a bowl of salt, and wrapped the sheet piece around my hand like I was going to shine shoes, got it wet, dipped it in salt, and rubbed off both tattoos. A very lengthy painful process, but for po-boy laser, it worked. Then years later I started over again. Now I'm getting bored. Later!
my own tattoos have all been more than painful enough. i can't even stand thinking about the pain of getting tattoos or removing them the way you have just described. would you consider yourself a masochist?
alrighty then, hope you're well and that life is good.
Sophie