First Ink
I wanna be a badass when i grow up. First step? Ink.

I set up an appointment at The Abyss for December 20th, an early Christmas gift to myself.

What will i get? Something badass...a pineapple.

I show up at the door on the 20th, but what is this? The muthafuckas are closed. Fine by me. If they dont want my money im sure someone else will.

I wander over to Rogers and find a much cheeper price and its for color! Im feeling lucky.

$80 and 1 hour later im one badass mofo. 5 days later im one infected ass idiot. I got a staph infection.

I cant afford to go to the hospital and at the time i was unaware of what the small boil on my arm and chest were from so i decided to wait them out.

My arm got pretty nasty so i went to the hospital. Apparently staph infetions are pretty seriuos. It had been eating my skin and muscle tissue away and had i not went in that day it would have started to skrew with my nervous system and eventually i could have lost my arm and/or died. Fuck.

The doctor tells me i may have complications with this bacteria for the rest of my life and advised against future tattoos. Now my badass days are numberd.

Due to the infection being contagious I havent been able to go to work. So again im poor and this is yet another blog where im bitching about it.

Goodday.