I got my third tattoo yesterday*.  5 hours.  A couple of hours still to go to get my favourite quote added.

My arm is sore as hell today.  Sore.  As.  Hell.

This isn’t surprising as essentially a brand new tattoo is an open wound.  Lovely.

But…. I enjoy the pain of getting a tattoo.  And as raw as my arm is today it really doesn’t bother me, because in the end I will have something that is beautiful, enduring, and that means something very important to me.

I think there may be a message there…

 

* It’s Bill Hicks people, not, I repeat NOT, Michael McIntyre.  You people should be ashamed of yourselves…