and at the end, with crampy hands, and crossed eyes,
you snap a shot of your finished product,
and the photo sucks the most.....
that's be a bummer, huh?
yeah.
now imagine that that is 95% of the time.
now you know what i feel like more often than not.
word.
that said, i got a picture,
with as much glare as you could maybe ever get without a spotlight and a flash.
bernese and rick get tattooed a lot.
they make special trips to come and hang out in the mountains,
and be romantic and stuff like that....
which, somehow, includes gettin' tattooed.
that's good news for me, because they get fun tattoos to do-
even though they always break my stiff little fingers.
check out this bummer picture from yesterday:
i love to tattoo flowers with waaaaaay too many lines!.
always and forever.
but, when it comes to a worth-a-sh!t record of my work?
i'm F*ing fired.
tattzappin' away for hours, and taking a dozen photos, too,
and i'm still walking away with a picture that does zero justice to the work i did.
damn.
they don't get small tattoos.
i'm not even gonna show you how terrible the pictures i took of his are.
i'm disappointed in myself...almost enough to set up a space to take good picture.
...almost.
i work a lot, and the tattoos leave with my clients,
leaving me with those movie checks,
fond memories, and no good pictures.
that's how it goes, neighbors.
i know better, so i'll do better.
i mean, it's only been nearly twenty years, after all.
i'm just getting started;
never quiet, never soft.....
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