Last night at a happy hour, I ran into a former coworker whom I hadn't seen in awhile. He had some new tattoos on his arms that I hadn't seen before so I remarked on them. They were quite lovely.
He told me that they were relatively new.
I have these two (motioning to the ones on his arms), and a large piece on my back, he said.
I asked him what the piece on his back looked like and he told me that it was a paragraph.
A paragraph about what? I asked.
A paragraph explaining the shitty tattoo above it, he replied.
He then explained that he wanted to cover it up, but the tattoo artist told him that it was too big and too dark (and, frankly, too ugly) to cover up. So they came up with the paragraph idea instead.
This, I had to see. So I had him show me a picture of it on his phone.
I'll be damned if it ain't true.
It was a funny paragraph that ran the length of his back (he said it took five hours) that explains that the tattoo above isn't a map to dry land (who else would have a Waterworld reference inked in?) and that he was young and he thought it was really cool at the time. But now he can't remember what those Chinese symbols even mean anymore, and on and on.
In short, it. was. awesome.
And as you know, dear readers (all three of you), I feel compelled to share everything awesome (and weird and stupid and banal and disturbing) with you.
You're WELCOME!
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