notes on life : full disclosure

I don't like a recent tattoo. It's not uncommon for me to not like new ink, (or a new haircut for that matter), but I've always grown into a piece and forgotten that it was ever an issue.

Not this tattoo. And if I'm being completely honest with myself, I haven't liked it since it was placed on me, but I was trying to give it time because of me + change.

I still love the idea and what the tattoo represents, but the execution is crap. In less than 5 months, one portion has begun to bleed and it seems to be heading into a black blob mess.  

The dude who made the tattoo was/is reputable. He's made 4 tattoos  on a good friend of mine, including a beautiful tattoo on her hand, so I know the guy has skills. Like anything artistic, tattooing is a practice, and there will be days that the artist screws up. 

Shit happens.

If you know me, you know I'm fairly inked up. The tattoo I'm talking about is no. 19, so my feelings here aren't based on my first ride at the rodeo. 

I've never hated on a tattoo to the point of wanting to do something about it. Because this particular tattoo is on my forearm, a cover-up means half sleeve, and that has never been my ink plan.

So it will be laser removal. Apparently the removing hurts more than the tattooing, so I'll get back to you on that one. In the plus category, black ink only tattoos have the highest removal success rate so there's that.

I still want the tattoo and it will be redone. I've made a promise to myself that from this point forward, the only inking on my skin will be done by someone who has previously poked me. 

To be continued.