February 10, 2008
Somewhere In The Future I Am Remembering Today.
As happy as a king, Juan prepares for his first tattoo.
His design choice? A drawing he did himself of the center of the Mexican flag.
Bextside.
Almost done. He didn't cry as his Mother predicted, but his palms were very sweaty.
And there it is. Flawless execution. I wish I would have chosen so well at his age. I particularly like that snakes fat bottom.
In the spirit of things I got one as well. Behind the ear.
Trickle.
Robert wanted, and got, a doberman.
I should mention Craig, the shop owner and tattooist. He is excellent and funny and nice to be around and that is a rarity at tattoo studios, which are generally inhabited by assholes. For a nicer experience, visit Craig at American Electric in Silverlake.
Doberman.
Woof. The further adventures of Juan's birthday will continue tomorow.