tattoo beat

Its been one week since I was last tattooed. Spencer's card doesn't lie when it says "I'm not the cheapest, just the slowest." I can't imagine having anything other than the absolute best work done by one of the best artists and I'm so lucky that he decided to take on my left arm sleeve.

The pain is minimal during and after the sessison, but the bruising is unreal. Having looked like I was beat to shit by someone that I pissed off really badly, there wasn't much sensation coming from the purple and blue halo of hurt tissue that surrounded my praying hands. The yellowing is taking over and I'm hoping it will heal soon especially since there's this tiny swelling occuring in a lower arm vein. Here's to hoping its not a blood clot since I don't really want to die before my sleeve is finished. Its not a blood clot, by the way. I hope...

How much do I love it that I got to be in the very same room as Spencer Briggs, Shawn Barber and Kim Saigh? Talent fucking overload. Which one of us doesn't belong? Um, me? Yeah, that kind of surrealness doesn't happen very often. Or when Shawn Barber offers you a peanut butter cookie and pays the valet for your car parking? I paid him back.

The next session is in August and its something that I'm not dreading. Normally, I see getting tattoed as a burden. Paying a lot of money for something that takes time, requires patience and then leaving in discomfort, is not my idea of money well spent. But having tattoos that are better than any accessory in any store? Best purchase ever?