I got my third tattoo yesterday*. 5 hours.
A couple of hours still to go to get my favourite quote added.
My arm is sore as hell today. Sore.
As. Hell.
This isn't surprising as essentially a brand new tattoo is an open wound. Lovely.
But…. I enjoy the pain of getting a tattoo. And as raw as my arm is today it really doesn’t
bother me, because in the end I will have something that is beautiful,
enduring, and that means something very important to me.
I think there may be a message there…
* It’s Bill Hicks people, not, I repeat NOT, Michael McIntyre. You people should be ashamed of yourselves…
Labels: Bill Hicks, just a ride, tattoo
