Cut Here
Thursday, July 31, 2008
I am now officially inked. A pair of left-handed scissors in shades of black and gun metal gray over my left shoulder blade.
I am, like, so kupaw.
The sordid details of my first tattoo experience will come out in the next issue of Fudge magazine (and on this blog, in due time). An x-deal, if you will. Fudge has this section called “I’ll Do Anything Once,” wherein a person undergoes a particular ordeal for free and then writes about it, so I pitched the tat idea a few months ago, having jonesed for a pretty needle-point piece on my hide for the longest time. Karl DM then pulled some strings with Slapshock’s Jamir Garcia who, with his bandmates and friends, just opened the tat parlor House of Pain, leading me to visit said House yesterday with Dustin, Bastion of Moral Support and Sick Secret Glee and, well, the rest, as they whose backs are currently too sore to continue blogging say, is history. A little bzzt bzzt and I’ve been happily branded.
A few photos are in order:
This is (seriously) shit-scared little me trying to quell my fears by pretending to be shit-scared.
This is me stalling for time, interviewing Lee and Jamir for a House of Pain piece.
This is resident tat artist Pat Julian in the process of branding my back.
Finishing stabs.
This photo works on so many levels.
And there! A nifty pair of shears after an hour's worth of knifing. I wasn't a bleeder. Nor was I a wincer, fidgeter or yipper. I am, instead, one very happy trooper.
More photos of my trip to the House of Pain may be perused here. All shots are c/o Philip Zayco. Rock and roll.
posted by marguerite @ 2:09 PM
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