Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Getting Inked

12:35 I am lying on a table at the tattoo studio. The guy just made the first incision. I can't see what he's doing but I swear he's slicing the flesh from my bones.

12:47 The plastic pillow I am leaning on is drenched in sweat. As is the table.

12:54 When I arrived here, they offered me cookies but I passed, fearing they would be some sort of tofu crap. But I asked for cookies now. I told them "I think I'm earning cookies". Happily they brought over some Chips Ahoys but I fear I may be creating some sort of Pavlovian connection between pain and cookies.

3 comments:

Spokane Al said...

Stay strong brother.

momo said...

c'mon wedgie, pics!!

aoc gold said...

O Sailor, Come Ashore

(Part I)

O sailor, come ashore

What have you brought for me?

Red coral , white coral,

Coral from the sea.

(Part II)

I did not dig it from the ground ,

Nor pluck it from a tree;

Feeble insects made it

In the stormy sea.

~by aoc gold