The Septimus Notes

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

|There's a smoking gun on my gun.|

Or there's a gun on my smoking gun.

I finally decided that I was hot enough to get the tattoo I'd been dreaming about for years. The original idea was three black hearts going down my left forearm -- hearts like the kind one would find on a typical playing card.

The idea then evolved into smokering hearts and, most recently, hearts coming out of a gun. I added the gun because I thought that would allow the smokerings to "make more sense." Conversations with Adam lead to a revolver being the choice of firearm.

I had wanted to wait until I thought I/my arm was hot enough to have such attention drawn to it. I partially think it is, I'm partially lazy and I partially feared I would not ever have the money again when I came to the conclusion that, suddenly, I did.

Looking at it, I realize a few things: 1) there has never been something so awesome on my arm and 2) until I had it done, I never thought about what it would look like. In my head I just kept seeing the idea, "smokering hearts" -- I think that if I had to say what I thought it looked like prior to actually getting it, I must have just seen actual smoke somehow permanently attached to my arm. Even when I supplied the artists with 30+ photographs of guns, smoking guns and smoke (mostly cigarette smoke), I still was not actually thinking about how the end product would appear.

I would supply a pic, but I do not have a digital camera, my camera phone pictures suck, and as it wraps from the outer portion of my upperarm to the inner portion of my forearm, it's hard to get in one shot.

In any case, I'm happy to say it's smoking.

promulgated by SWS2.1 at 23:48.
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