I know, how could some one that is opposed to the tattoo notion nation be coming up with such an idea? Well just a few minutes ago I was sitting in my alcohol and other drug information school preparing to spend eight hours having some body tell me what I spent decades learning on my own. While watching the roop scoops file in I noticed that the majority, an easy 75% had tattoos. Mostly the common "tribal band" which loosely translates to "what fraternity do you belong to?" and the Kanji symbol that doesn't mean what they think it does. I do have to admit that there are times that tattoos are a worthy idea. For instance, the fat man that has the flag tattooed on his butt and ask if it brings tears to your eyes to see old glory waving in the breeze, then promptly drops his drawers and farts and says "Now don't that get you all choked up?" On a whole...well read on.
So my ideal tattoo would be a mural across my back showing an old shack with a tattoo parlor sign pearched at the edge of a canyon/cliff. There is a line of people waiting to get in, and coming out the back is a trail of lemmings falling into the chasm. This being said, I do have friends with tattoos and some of the work is not only good, but clever also. Take Falbo for example. On one forearm he has the word BITTER tattooed, and on the other, no not sweet, BITTER in Italian! (You can see him and part of it in the Feb 12 post WHAT JUST HAPPENED)
My point is if you cant express yourself with your mind the ink isn't going to fare you well either.
So the good, bad, and ugly? Well ugly was the tattooed lemmings, the bad was an eight hour dredgery of drug schooling. The good? My counseler sticking his head in and telling me I could skip it and go home.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
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