MY NEW BADASS TATTOO

It has been more than 7 years since I got some ink. I know, madness right? How can that be? I've asked myself that very same question repeatedly. There was not much of an answer to be had. Perhaps laziness, perhaps lack of inspiration who knows. I do know that I hadn't really been in the right place at the right time with cash in my pocket either. As things around here became tougher and tougher money wise over those last few years, the last thing that was on my mind was oh poor me, I'm not getting any ink.... Whaaaa, whaaaaa, whaaaaa. Soon it was just something I didn't think about it at all. I'd seen a ton of my friends getting some good work done but I'm not much of the jealous type.

At one point a few years ago, I had become sort of anti tattoo. Back in the day, people would not even walk up to a tatt'd up biker for fear of having their head stomped. Now tattoos are so common place that I've actually seen and heard a guy walk up to a patch holder in Sturgis and say and I shit you not "wow, look all those tear drops, did you really kill all those people"? Can you imagine. I watched every frat boy and girl with big monster tribal tats running up and down their bodies and I was just disgusted. If I could have turned back time, I would have every single tattoo removed or have never gotten them, just so I would not be like these other douchebags! I'm sure that my personal rant is just dribble to you right now but hey, you screwed up and clicked the damn link to get here so it's your own fault and you are stuck now! As you may have figured out by now from my writing, I'm one of those people who tends to think far too much! I look too deep in to these topics and who am I to judge anyone who wants to get a tattoo? With that being said, I knew it was time again. While on the ride to Sturgis, I came up with this idea for a tattoo, but I could not figure out a way to describe it. On the ride home from Sturgis, I stopped in at Sacred Skin Tattoo in Payson, AZ just to say hello to Long Jon and Pinky Pancake, two people that have become dear friends to Diane and myself over the last few years.

I had not put much more thought in to the ink since that day. Every now and again I would think about how I wanted to lay it out and I would draw a blank. On New Years eve, we had a small gathering of great friends and Pinky showed up bearing gifts. She had taken it upon herself to draw up the piece that I had been trying to explain. The only thing was, she had taken to the next level and further. She drew this original piece and framed it and gave it to me as a gift! I was blown away. I have not been able to stop thinking about it since. Well I finally made an appointment, found the time to get up there and get it done. I thought when looking at it framed that it was the coolest thing ever. I was never more wrong because as cool as it may have been framed as art, it does not even come close to what this piece looks like immortalized in ink on my arm! I arrived home last night after midnight with a migraine that was blinding me. I tried to get a good shot but could not! I took one with my phone, it was okay but not a great photo. I took a quick shot with my camera and that too was not bad, but did it no justice. So today, I grabbed the go pro real quick and shot a little bit of it. Check out how bad ass this new ink of mine is!



Until we see each other on the road again, make sure you stop at Sacred Skin and get some bad ass ink of your own and oh yeah,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ASS!