y'ever get a fever so high your whole bed, and all your clothes,
are literally sopping with sweat?
y'ever huddle in front of a space heater to try to keep the chills at bay
just long enough to hold a tattoo machine and do some straight lines?
no?
man, you haven't lived until your uncontrollable cough tries to eff up every
available second of a tattoo.
what if your car battery was dead af, and the bolt was rusted on,
and you mostly just be'd cold outside in ferociously dangerous cold snappin'
icy bastard weather, before heading in to do a three separate tattoos?
mmmhmmmm.
pretty neat.
let me summarize:
it's been a bad few days, and this long weekend felt like it took
about a hundred years' worth of life off my span, man.
neighbors,
guess what?!
martin luther king dreamt up an exxxtra day off for the fuel delivery man.
great news for him,
but did that mean that i also ran out of fuel oil early this morning?
of course i did!
yeah!!!
what's more impressive than permanently being frozen to the core,
soaked through to the socks, and sick as a muhhfuhh'n dawg????
STILL rockin' it all day at AMPERSAND TATTOO!
i have an unhealthy drive to work MORE always.
it's true.
so, i choked on my own throat,
and i shook and i ached and i did all the sick things and all the tattoos, too.
i wish i could stay home today, but i have appointments to do-
and besides, the studio has heat, so that's a plus.
ugh.
ANYway,
i tattooed all repeat clients,
so i felt more comfortable being so uncomfortable around them.
and i did one bigger one, which included an add-on, a rework,
and a bunch of feehand skulls and flowers.
check it out:
FRONT.
LEFT.
RIGHT.
that's a lotta lines, man.
i think it looks cool.
she does too.
pretty good for a dude half-dead and frozen to the core, right?
yeah.
no matter how effed up i am,
i'm SO effed up in my own head that i HAVE to work.
i'm not saying that's good, but it's the truth.
i'll be at AMPERSAND TATTOO again today,
sh-sh-sh-shakin' like eddie money,
and makin' money,
in anticipation of the exxxtra-charge to fix the clogged furnace i'm sure has resulted
from the dregs of the tank getting sucked in.
uh-huh.
i don't know how all y'all responsible adults out there do it.
i get sick, and i get completely sideswiped for days and days.
it's all really happening,
coming together and falling apart, at the same time;
never quiet, never soft.....
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