Tatau

Instead of being riveted to the TV watching whom GWB named as his pick to eliminate all of our freedoms, I watched the new TLC series Miami Ink. It’s a show about 4 or 5 tattoo artists who open a shop in Miami and all of the fun little adventures that happen to them while working at the tattoo parlor.

Now I’ve spent some time in tattoo parlors: something like 60 hours being tattooed. Probably another 30-40 just bull shitting with my artist and talking about new shit I wanted to get and whatnot. I love tattoo parlors so much. Watching this show just brought back what my dream job would be: manager of a chocolate factory run by big-breasted hookers. No I don’t have the schoolin’ for that.

But seriously, if I won the lottery, or even won like $100,000, I would move back to Madison and open up the coolest tattoo parlor ever. Why? Tattoo parlors are the most fun, interesting places of business that exist. The clientele are so incredibly varied in opinion and interest that the conversation is always compelling, and the people are always in a good mood. Tattoo artists are, by nature, either supper cool or major assholes. I would only hire the super cool ones of course, but mix that coolness with the fearful or passionate nature of the people coming in, and you have an amazing world to be in.

Like I’ve said before, I’m starting to get hungry again for another big “fuck off” tattoo. Watching the show only made me want it more. When you hang around non-tattooed people (like at work now), you begin to not be as excited about your ink. It’s more of a divisive thing between you and the non-tattooed person. They don’t understand, and there’s no way that you can make them understand. When you are around tattooed people though, it’s entirely different. The mood is relaxed; you’re excited about your ink and about the other persons ink. Damn! I miss it.