| My Tattoos |
| I never forget the day back in the Summer of 1988 when, after a 10-year "oh I want to--or maybe I don't" I had finally made up my mind to get inked. Looking back, I have no idea what took me so long. So that summer day (and I still don't know what finally made me do it) I went down to South Omaha to what I believe was the only Tattoo Parlor in the vicinity at that time. It all started innocently enough with just one itty bitty little 'ttoo on my wrist ... little did I know this would prove to be addictive! Blue roses have a significance in my life, so that's what it was going to be. After looking around for quite a while, I had settled on a design but then, at the last moment, I saw the design that was to become ... |
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| My Little Blue Rose |
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| Next came The Scorpion |
| Two years later, I was back for more .... this time, I felt my ankle needed dressing up. The shop had moved into bigger quarters by then (American Tattoo on South 84th Street). While the rose on the wrist had been hardly painful at all .. no-one had warned me about ankles .... damn! The scan didn't work all too well -- it ain't the easiest thing in the world to scan an ankle all by yourself, y'know :-) This puppy, instead of healing nicely like the wrist had done, decided to get infected. Neeeee--OUCH! I thought I had babied it as well as tat # 1, but there it was ... angry red, ankle swelling up, pain when I tried to take a step. Luckily, before I could make my way to a doctor's office, a Veterinarian told me (for free!! :-) that what they do with animals in a situation like that: They mix a bit of Bacitracin(TM) with the balm that is applied during the healing process. Since I hadn't heard the warning that this might bleach out the colours, I tried it and it was like a miracle. It started to heal almost immediately. Didn't hurt the colour one bit, either! |
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| Taz |
| This tattoo thing seems to go in two-year cycles. I haven't been able to scan/get a really good picture of the next one, which I like to refer to as the "glorious result of a summer spent on the back of a Harley" or "my un-PC tattoo". It's on my shoulder, about 5 inches high, Taz swinging the Confederate battle standard (a.k.a. the Dixie flag). Ira (the proprietor of American Tattoo) outdid himself -- I hope to get a better picture one of these days, one that shows the expression on Taz's face; he's got the look of a little boy's caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Absolutely adorable! Again, the care and feeding of my new tattoo included a regiment of balm (applied liberally and often), to which I mixed a bit of Bacitracin twice a day. Again, no noticeable effect on the colour and after only three or four days, it looked like a tattoo twice its age. |
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| This came next: |
| The Piece de Resistance: My Dr. Who Tattoo |
| Anyone who knows me (or if you have looked around my pages before landing here) knows about my devotion to (obsession with????? :-) that fantabulous British Science Fiction show, Doctor Who. Again, done two years after I got Taz. For the full story of how this tattoo came into being, and pictures of me showing it off, click here. Will there be any more? One never knows, so stay tuned ... but meanwhile, please visit my homepage. |
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