Ink Day

So today is the day.

Have my appointment with Joe Rose at 5 pm. Today, the chains begin snaking their way up my right leg. They'll travel across my butt, around my back, over my heart, under my neck, and eventually find their way down my left arm. If only the tattooing took something along the lines of the amount of time it takes to type that... [g]. Ah well. It'll hurt.

Heh heh.

This tattoo is ten years in the making. More than that, actually. Twelve. A dozen years.

It's all new now. Big, inked, cigar smoking, collared me takes his first babysteps.

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