Letters From Brown's Hill

Location: Living room.
Listening: I'm No Angel, Greg Allman.

I'm getting inked on Friday night.

The last time I was in the chair was almost five years ago, on my 22nd birthday in 1998, when I had the dragon glyph on the back of my neck done by Joe Vegas at Body Electric. Prior to that, in August of 1997, I'd spent six hours at Easyriders getting the Georgia O'Keefe done. Before that--one more hour in Easyriders with the infinity symbol on the back of my neck on Bastille Day, 1996.

"Any particular reason you're getting this done today?"

"Vive la France?"

Upon completion, every time, I've playfully asked the artist if I could come back and just have them run me all over with the gun and white ink. Each time, they've replied that if I'll pay, they'll happily comply.

Some people get massages when the stress gets to be too much. Austin used to get pierced. I've found that getting tattooed is really the only thing that can clear my head and get all of the kinks out. I've always been incredibly relaxed in the chair--so much so that I almost fell asleep getting my back done. It's the hum of the needle and that barely perceptible low-level spark in the nerves that does it. Not to mention the endorphin rush that beats almost anything else I've ever tried--except for E (and being worked over on a former friend's "rack" in Northern California). Considering that I don't hang out with E (and am not into the scene) any more, this is the next best thing.

I'm very much looking forward to this. God knows I've needed it.

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: heeee Read/Post Comments (4) Share on Facebook		2003-03-03 11:46 PM Come On Baby, Let Me Show You My Tattoo. Location: Living room. Listening: I'm No Angel, Greg Allman. I'm getting inked on Friday night. The last time I was in the chair was almost five years ago, on my 22nd birthday in 1998, when I had the dragon glyph on the back of my neck done by Joe Vegas at Body Electric. Prior to that, in August of 1997, I'd spent six hours at Easyriders getting the Georgia O'Keefe done. Before that--one more hour in Easyriders with the infinity symbol on the back of my neck on Bastille Day, 1996. "Any particular reason you're getting this done today?" "Vive la France?" Upon completion, every time, I've playfully asked the artist if I could come back and just have them run me all over with the gun and white ink. Each time, they've replied that if I'll pay, they'll happily comply. Some people get massages when the stress gets to be too much. Austin used to get pierced. I've found that getting tattooed is really the only thing that can clear my head and get all of the kinks out. I've always been incredibly relaxed in the chair--so much so that I almost fell asleep getting my back done. It's the hum of the needle and that barely perceptible low-level spark in the nerves that does it. Not to mention the endorphin rush that beats almost anything else I've ever tried--except for E (and being worked over on a former friend's "rack" in Northern California). Considering that I don't hang out with E (and am not into the scene) any more, this is the next best thing. I'm very much looking forward to this. God knows I've needed it. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top