July 31st, 2007


Getting A Tattoo

It's been a shit-ton of sleep the last few days. Last night I was up near the realm of 5:30am or 6 and then slept in until 3 or 3:30. I don't have one problem with that since I'm hitting the road again on Friday and going to Lollapalooza. The way I see it, I'm gonna keep staying up later and later each day until I'm back around on my natural biorhythm, thereby making Friday a day for the ages: leave New York out of LaGuardia at 6:10am, arrive in Chicago at 7:30am CDT, get to the hotel somehow (either by taxi or by train), drop off my shit, and get to the concert by 11am when the gates open.

Fuck yeah!

I'm flying back to New York on Tuesday the 7th, early, giving me and Cait (and possibly Bianca) an extra day on Monday to fuck around the city (well, not literally).

So, I guess I haven't really talked about this, but I heard from Cait and B that they're gonna be getting tattoos while in Chicago. I said I'd get one too, but I'd have to give it some serious thought. I haven't, really, but I do have ideas to run through.

In all honesty, I've wanted to get a tattoo since I was a kid. I knew early on - what with all the allergy shots I had to endure on a weekly basis - that I could withstand the pain of a needle. Couple that with all that MTV I watched back when MTV showed cool bands - cool bands sporting multiple tattoos - and I was in.

Pretty much, the look I've always wanted is Heroin Rocker Chic - rail thin, long hair with the bangs covering my eyes, long goatee without a moustache, tattoos up and down my arms, a Jack Daniels bottle in my hand, a few scars about my person, and multiple groupies around me at all times.

Well, I've never been - nor will I ever be - rail thin. One time in high school I decided to let the hair go as long as it could, but I never got the bangs-in-the-eye look (think early Kurt Cobain) so much as the curls that come with constant Hat Head. After that year, I started losing my hair in rapid numbers, so that look is likewise forever out. In college, I had the fucking-long goatee without a moustache, but that didn't really mean much since I was overweight with thinning hair. Also in college, I went through my Jack Daniels phase, but that soon gave way to me not wanting to spend so much money on booze when there's always a cheaper alternative. Besides, I'll never be Slash anyway, who are we kidding? I've got the scar over my eye, I'm not famous enough for any presentable groupies; that just leaves my lack of ink.

As a kid, I gave this loads more thought. I was way into the old Aerosmith logo from the mid-to-late 70s, where all the letters kind of interconnect. There's always simply getting a curseword on your arm, but that sounds a lot cooler when you're 12 than when you're 26. There's always the flaming skull with the snake slithering through the eyesocket, but alas I'm no longer a roadie for Motley Crue, so it seems kind of out of place. Besides, that's not a First Tattoo kind of thing, that's something you get later on, as a centerpiece across your chest, big and bold.

My uncle's got the right idea, he's got a pot leaf on his arm, but I don't want to be seen as a copycat over here. Plus, you know, while I enjoy the herb, I've never really been what one would qualify as a Pothead.

When you're getting a tattoo, you kind of want it to say something about yourself, right? Well, I guess that means I should get a pencil or a pen or a keyboard tattooed on my arm, but that sucks. There's nothing cool about that! I dig music and I've got a shitload of bands I enjoy, but not one I'd single out for the rest of my life (except, maybe, Jimi). I could do a quote like Cait and B, but I haven't really given the proper thought to a quote. Besides, I don't want something that's too wordy. Then I thought: what about sports? Football! The Seahawks! That way, I get the tattoo, I show how much of a rabid fan I am, AND I stick it to Mark Sloane at the same time. After all, where's his Steelers tattoo? Seriously, I thought about this, and I was totally on board with getting the Seahawks logo - the old school one, not this newfangled abomination - but then I reconsidered. I mean, how much sense does that make? I go to CHICAGO and get a Seahawks logo on my arm? Odds are they'd fuck it up and it would forever jinx my favorite sports team as long as I lived. I can't have that kind of hoodoo on my conscience; tattoos are forever, you know.

Unless something amazing pops into my head between now and next Monday, I'm going to go with: The Peace Sign. You know, the circle with the chicken foot in the middle; not a hand with the first two fingers showing. I know, I know, it sounds hokey and anticlimactic, especially coming from me, but bear with me. I've had an affinity with the music and the hippie culture of the late 60s since I was in 7th grade, I've always been all about the peace and love, and really it's nothing I'd need to explain. When I take my shirt off, people aren't going to look at it and go, "What the hell is that?" It's not some Japanese word-figure, it's not that fucking barbed-wire going around the bicep, it's not a name of a person or a band, and it's not something funny that'll cease to be funny every time I look at it afterward.

I'm thinking right arm, high up on the outside so it'll still be covered when I wear a short-sleeve t-shirt, but it'll show when I wear a tank top. I don't want it on my back where I'll never be able to see it, I don't want it on my ass where my flesh is most tender, and I sure as shit won't go anywhere on the leg, because that's generally where the womenfolk get theirs.

I'm taking suggestions now though. If you've got any words yay or nay on the subject, I'm all ears. Don't try to talk me out of the tattoo in general, though. As usual, I'll be making up my own mind.
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