Saturday, June 09, 2007

(Everybody's got something to hide except for)
Me and My Monkey

"Billy, what have you been up to?" you might well ask. And I might answer:

"Getting a monkey on my back."

Shortly after my mother died, and my uterus was ripped out, I decided to get a tattoo. I'd avoided marking myself up for years, but with a newly-scarred body I figured I had nothing to lose. And it seemed a suitably twisted way to mark a pretty major year in my life.

That was two and a half years ago. I asked my father, an artist, to design my tattoo. In typical fashion for my family, it took me about a year to figure out what I wanted the tattoo to be. It took my dad another year and a half to start the design, and then he whipped it out in about an hour. We Billys raise procratination to an art form.

So, Dad's design was beautiful. But it wasn't right for my tattoo. So I found another design online.

Then I had to find the tattoo artist. I accosted illustrated strangers on the bus, in the pub, on the street. "Where did you get your work done?"

I surfed tattoo websites. I haunted tattoo parlors.

Finally, I found Idexa at Black & Blue Tattoo.

First we made an appointment to discuss the design. I brought her the design I'd found online, my dad's design, pictures of my dad's work. We made an appointment for a couple of weeks ahead to look over her design & make any final adjustments.

Then we made an appointment for the inking.

Idexa preps her tools

To be continued...


Bones said...

Argh! To be continued?! I'm hooked, and I need my fix, missy!

Anonymous said...

haunted tattoo parlor

Now THAT sounds like a good rockabilly movie title.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for the pic of that hottie I met with you!

Chemical Billy said...

Bones - sorry to keep you in suspense (sort of). I will post the rest soooon.

Anon1 - haunted tattoo parlor. Who would star?

Anon2 - how could I not?

jkirlin said...

Wanna buy a picture of that monkey? :)