Ink

Going with my friend the other night to the tat parlor in the not so nice side of town I'm hit with a thought of great inspiration. I need a new tat.

Since it's her first ever tat she needs me around for moral support. Nothing elaborate. Just a lil cutsey flowery Hawaiian design around her ankle. I lie and tell her it won't hurt much. At least not as much as it does taking them off. That I'm an expert at.

While she's on the table squeezing my hand my muse hits me. I enquire about angel wings. On my back. Fuck. How brilliant is that? I gesture to show him how big I think they should be. Pretty big. No colors. Do I want feathers on my wings? He ilustrates how the feathers would look. Oh hell yeah.

Quote. For the size I want. About $600 +. Whoa.

Maybe it's not such a hot idea after all. Considering it'd take 4 sessions. Two for each wing. Course with the 2 bills I have on my person i can get lil wings. Like fucking Cupid. Errrrrr.....Nay.

My friends lil $80 tat takes about 45 minutes. We leave and the guy hands me his card. Hmmmm. Temptations. Not a great way to start the New Year.