bee on me
My mom often accused me of having a “lack of impulse control” and I am starting to realize that she was right about that. Once I had the idea in my head that I wanted a bee tattoo there was no stopping me. I guess this beekeeping thing is for keeps.
I had originally scheduled the tattooing for June 26th with one of those famous tattoo dudes who you can’t get an appointment with unless you know someone. I got introduced through a friend, but Mr. Tattoo acted like he was doing me a big favor fitting me into his schedule. That attitude plus the whole establishment having a distinctly dickish vibe made me decide to cancel.
Plus I wanted it sooner.
So I went and met Tom at Silver Lake Tattoo yesterday and he said he could fit me in “right now” as long as I didn’t pass out and make his 7:00 tattooee wait. I went for it. I only needed a short time out for wooziness and deep breathing.
Still a little bit blown away that I paid a man to wound me yesterday. At least the wound is in the shape of a bee and the man who did it has some serious skills.
