One of the girls got this incredibly shaded tattoo by a guy in Henderson.
I can’t remember his name, but it doesn’t matter because I’m not willing to wait for almost a year to get any new ink.
Almost a year?
Shit, you know you’re good when people are willing to stand in line for that long.
He’s says headed back to Hawaii so I guess it doesn’t matter. Hmm? I wonder which island? It sounds like a great excuse to go to Hawaii. –All I need now is the money. Don’t you just hate it when your fantasy bumps into reality?
Besides, I’m 65 and I doubt I have more than fifteen or twenty more years to get shit done, and waiting that long for anything isn’t something I have time for.
Okay, it’s really a matter of patience not age.
Besides ink is expensive. It’s gotten close to a hundred bucks an hour for anyone who’s really good.
As I type this I begin to wonder why the Hell I want another tattoo. It’s not like I’m out to impress anybody. I’ve long since quit worrying about what people think.
On the other hand, Tiffany is totally against my getting any more. So I suppose I’m obligated to get at least one more.
Yup, it’s childish, but I just can’t help myself. 😉