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2001-05-09 || 4:30 p.m. || ghetto tattoos, 1998 || fall, 1998: one vcr motor + guitar string + carcass of a bic pen, blue i think + india ink = tattoo gun michael, inside ankle: j surrounded by 4 stars (j is for jesus. j is for julip.), rendered in various places including the office of the act 1/act 2 movie theater. bryan, outer upper arm: 'le fou' written evenly and fluidly in cursive, the best tattoo out of the lot of us. peeks out from under tshirt sleeves. i wonder if he is embarrassed by it now. susan, along pelvis bone: the letter 'w' . other letters assembling the word 'weatherfield', bryan and susan's secret love code name from what i gather, had been pulled off her skin with the sticky part of a bandage. she must curse it in the shower now. me, right inner upper arm: the symbol for the atom, the kind with three ovals overlapping to look a bit like a flower? with electrons and neutrons? it took two sessions, both while i had been smoking the reefer in an effort to dull the pain. it's a little messy, the lines branching out in places, but i love it now. it looks like it's spinning at an unstable rate. i make up stories about etching it with a razor at science camp in seventh grade. it makes me feel tough in a nerdy way. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |