So, tonight I did something for myself at the tattoo studio. I spent two hours doing this to myself:
Yes. I said to myself. I’m only a little crazy.
I still have to do the color work on myself as a duck, but I’ll have to wait until the kink in my back and my knee straitens out. I’m just not as bendy as I used to be.
I’ve not always had a thing for rubber duckys, but for the last few years I’ve started to collect them for some odd reason, and clients have brought them to me thinking I collect them. So the ducky seemed appropriate. He’s on the same leg as my DNA helix, so I’m sure eventually I’ll have a sock incorporating the two and other “relics” of my childhood that I will feel the need to tattoo upon myself.
Until next time...