I was driving home from Olympia and I kept feeling myself falling into sleep. I pulled over in some town off I-5 to nap in the sun. I happened to stop in a plaza where there was a tattoo parlor. I walk in and they are playing The Slackers through the speakers.
The artist says the brand isn’t ready to be covered up, yet. It may take a year to heal fully. I settle with it and describe the candy heart tattoo I have always wanted. I check my bank account, I will make it through next payday just fine even if I get inked today. Even if not, I will figure it out. I always do.
A bit impulsive and it felt like fate. I like the sting of the needle. It is painful enough that I can’t think of anything else. I like that. A few moments it hurt so bad I laughed and couldn’t help it.