tattooing.

lionfish.
that's a thing.
and what a pain in the A* fish it is.
and that's just in actual real life.
predatory, prolific, gluttonous;
overly fancy, but infinitely sh!tty....
hmmmmm.
that sounds like some duders i know, actually.
but,
as a tattoo, it's even worse-
it's too many lines,
a whole lotta brown,
and it looks like an algae zebra dragon.
i guess what i mean, neighbors,
is that i did what i could with what i had to work with.
teleport:

that's the messy middle view.
here's the front:

it just keeps stretching 'round his forearm.
hmmm?
oh.
the butt?
what about the butt?
oh.
i never forget about the butt:

butt.
so many dot-stripe-strip splits.
i dunno.
all my tattoos look the same.
at least this one really hurt luke as much as it hurt me.
seriously,
he haaaaaaaated sitting there through all the slow going,
filling tiny spaces for hours.
i'll give the guy a whole bunch of credit in the manliness department however.
he sat there and endured it,
and the only complaints were the actual anguish and horror written on his face.
he issued not one audible peep, though, kids.
that's word.
take your lumps,
and i'll take mine,
and together,
we'll make a lionfish.
and for the record....
what tattooer likes lionfish?
sure, sure, sure-
they're great in a fishtank,
holy terrors on reefs or whatever,
and anticlimactic antiheroes in deuce bigalow,
i mean,
but, as tattoos?
that's definitely a dubious practice,
despite their being visually arresting, aggressive,
savage sh!theads in the natural world,
they aren't all that sweet to zipzap on folks.
my contemporaries and i discussed this,
and we all agree we've done 'em poorly more often than not.
this one comes sooooo close to being good,
so i guess i'm making sure it's a save-game checkpoint for myself.
although,
i am also gonna hard tailbone-kick and karate chop the next F*er who wants one.
that's real;
never quiet, never soft.....