Lots of stress lately, raging arguments in my head with no end in sight and no foreseeable solution. No solution until The Smoke Eater(famous Boston Firefighter) calls me and says "When we gettin some more ink". That's it! An afternoon among the manly is what's needed. Nothing better for the soul than to spend the day at Jim's Tattoo shop and having a tattoo legend dig a hole in your arm with a needle attached to an old dentist drill for two hours. This to me is the equivalent of when "normal people" go get a massage or spend the day at the spa having a relaxing mud bath. Getting a tattoo is an almost zen-like meditative experience(which may be addictive). Sitting in a chair for hours, focused on breathing, trash talking our "old ladies", the game on, pain blood and ink in abundant supply. Like modern day vikings. I mean, have you ever had a stressful day at work or stuck home with the family and wanted to empty a revolver in your head or taser yourself? A tattoo scratches that itch.
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