Cat scratch coloring book.
I've had a long standing "thing" for tattoos. As the glass was getting light, I click click surfed into TLC's "Miami Ink"... not to be confused with Hart and Huntington's "Inked" (based in Las Vegas). Both are quasi-reality shows in that they both feature real artists, real designs, and real tattoos however, I think most of the flow of the program is scripted (or at least prompted) interactions between the cast. I avoid reality television as a general rule. Regardless, I'm always down for seeing some nifty tats. My position has always been "do what you want with your body", but some people need a network of friends to tap them on the shoulder and say, "hey, bud... lets go grab a cuppa joe and talk about this tat before you have it laid down". I've seen some incredible art... and, well, the other stuff. For me, there has to be a meaning or personal significance to the piece. I don't think I could ever be one of those folks that wanders in off the street, picks a catalog piece from the line-up, and says "put it here". Nope. Even though there are removal techniques now that work quite well, the art should be treated as permanent and with that permanence, there should be a modicum of forethought into what exactly you're gonna be carrying around for the next howevermanyyears on your body... saggy or otherwise. Plus, I think the ink one chooses says so much about the person beneath it.
Amen.
My son swears he’s getting a tatoo that says “Momma’s Boy” over his heart. I told him that if he does that he better make sure he never sees the inside of a jail cell.
When people ask me about my tats as they are pondering their own, I briefly outline the accompanying story behind each without getting too very personal. They are quite unique and often garner question and/or comment.
The VERY FIRST thing I always tell people is to take some time selecting or designing an image. After it’s complete, sit on it for six months before having it inked. If you still feel as strongly about it, then proceed with the ritual.
This is quickly followed by, “When you are seventy and being helped onto a bedpan, do you really want a depiction of Tweety Bird carrying a rebel flag on your wrinkly ass-end?”
In other words, ClayTone, you are a smart ole fucker.
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