carnalascetic

Here's my yesterday:

Got up at 5 am to get ready for work. Keep in mind that I got off work at 10pm the night before and didn't make it to bed until about 2am.

Worked. Sucked. I have no idea if I fucked up what I was doing.

Came home. Power went out. Took an ice cold shower to aid against the 114 degree heat.

Drove down to Pismo to get tat'd.

The buzz of a tat gun...aaaaaaaahhhhhhh....blissssssss. This was the first time I've had ink done over a little bit of bone. Interesting. It hurt and even worse: was annoying as all fuck. Not looking forward to anymore work over bone.

Keith Duggan at Tiger Rose did my work. We have mutual friends- so we ran into each other occasionally over the years. He did the Lady Luck on my left arm. He thought he had been getting this tattoo ready for someone else, and was kind of confused when I walked in at the time of the appointment. Ego blow, hahaha.

Five hours later of being under the tat gun....no so blissful. I was extrememely tired, had a brutal headache and NEEDED food. I felt like shit from lack of food and sleep. But I had a badass piece of work on my arm. Something I will be proud to show off...once it heals.

Much love!