Thursday, July 7, 2011

I love my tattoo but I won't get another one.


April 26, 2008.
The day after my last doc class, I commemorated the accomplishment with a tattoo.  Actually, I wanted a tattoo long before it was cool to get one, and it was 20 years before I received Jay's blessing on the event.  It took me forever to decide on the pattern and the color and the artist... but I had not one bit of preparation for the 17 minutes of PAIN I would endure to have this become a permanent part of my self.  It was worth it, and I would do it again.  

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