Dear Virginia Beach,
Stop acting like Norfolk is so fucking far away. You jerks drive to Greenbriar all of the time. It’s not like the Oceanfront and Kempsville are right next to each other either. Get over yourselves, come to Norfolk, I’ll buy you a coffee at Elliotts and we can drive through the bad neighborhood that the Clipse pretended to be from in that video. Here look, it’s not that bad:
Here is an update on the progress of my James Jamerson tattoo. I still have one more session to go but the majority of the work is done. Sean is going to go over a bunch of lines again and make them darker so the details have more depth and stand out more against the color and add some more design to the outside ring and the inner arch, but I am really happy with how it is turning out so far.
Sometimes between the last session and now Sean got the opportunity (during a Showtime “free weekend”) to see Standing In The Shadows of Motown and he seemed to have a whole new appreciation for the subject of the tattoo. Not that he didn’t do an incredible job with the initial work, but I felt like he was more inspired and more thoughtful this time around, even saying that he wished he’d seen the movie before he did the first session.
There was such a gap of time between the first session and this one that I had really grown used to the way it looked before. I am totally blown away with how it looks now and I can’t believe that in a couple of weeks it will look even better. It’s insane.
Something you don’t really understand about tattoos until you get one is the odd camaraderie you have with other tattooed people. In an environment where you are doing your best to move as little as possible you find yourself craning your neck to peep in a mirror to get a glimpse of what the person next to or across from you is getting. You find yourself talking to people you have nothing in common with– except that you both have tattoos– and you find yourself appreciating the common thread all tattooed persons have.