Tattoos, punks, and pool
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This thread deserves a post of its own. What’s the worst tattoo you have? What’s the worst tattoo you’ve ever seen?
And what’s up with the Epicenter worst tattoo competition? I never heard about it.
slanderous?
arispurr?
kittynitro?
radcarrots?
lapsed? Don’t hold out on me. I don’t remember that. Was it after my time there?
I remember holding an informal poll about my tattoo idea there. Young Emma or old Emma? I never got that tattoo because I decided I didn’t really want it, but I was thinking of it because I have never seen a man get a tattoo of a woman who was a public figure. I mean, you see guys sometimes with their heroes or whatever, but the only women you ever see on men are either relatives or some kind of stupid sexist shit. Then I decided that I didn’t really want a picture of another person on my body.
Cheese on the other hand…
Speaking of Epicenter, you know what one of my favorite moments was? The pool tournament. It was near the beginning back before anyone was hating on each other. We were playing on the totally warped and fucked-up table salvaged from the Verbal Abuse house. All the factions of punk were represented and had dressed up a little. Mohawks were gelled, gutter punks had a fresh drunk on, straight-edgers were tidy and boring-looking, crusties were extra shiny. Every time someone sank a shot people would applaud quietly and politely like it was a golf tournament. This drove Tim Yo crazy, which encouraged us to keep at it.
And to bring this full circle, that was the day after I got my first tattoo. Btw, I should have won the tournament but I eight-ball scratched.
And what’s up with the Epicenter worst tattoo competition? I never heard about it.
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I remember holding an informal poll about my tattoo idea there. Young Emma or old Emma? I never got that tattoo because I decided I didn’t really want it, but I was thinking of it because I have never seen a man get a tattoo of a woman who was a public figure. I mean, you see guys sometimes with their heroes or whatever, but the only women you ever see on men are either relatives or some kind of stupid sexist shit. Then I decided that I didn’t really want a picture of another person on my body.
Cheese on the other hand…
Speaking of Epicenter, you know what one of my favorite moments was? The pool tournament. It was near the beginning back before anyone was hating on each other. We were playing on the totally warped and fucked-up table salvaged from the Verbal Abuse house. All the factions of punk were represented and had dressed up a little. Mohawks were gelled, gutter punks had a fresh drunk on, straight-edgers were tidy and boring-looking, crusties were extra shiny. Every time someone sank a shot people would applaud quietly and politely like it was a golf tournament. This drove Tim Yo crazy, which encouraged us to keep at it.
And to bring this full circle, that was the day after I got my first tattoo. Btw, I should have won the tournament but I eight-ball scratched.
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Date: 2005-03-14 07:12 am (UTC)Someone with the letter "M" tattooed on each of his buttcheeks. When he spread them apart, it spelled Mom.
And an ex of mine had two tattoos on his calves. Standard courier stuff, except that, in each of the tattoos, in teensy tiny letters, the tattoo artist (who was also one of the subject's best friends) inscribed perjoratives. Wuss and crybaby, I believe.