The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword

Yesterday I woke up still drunk from the bff’s birthday party the night before, and I had less than an hour to shower, get ready, get food, and get money before I went to see Henry at The Skull and Sword. I was hungover as shit, had bubble guts, and barely ate. I was scared that I’d either yack, shit on myself, or pass the fuck out under the needle. Luckily neither happened. Instead, I came out with this beauty of a tattoo which of course symbolizes my love for writing.

I got this piece done as well as a touch up on another tat. Under the skillful hand of the Henn-dogs, I was finished in about an hour and a half at the most – although it felt like an eternity. I guess that’s what happens when it feels like someone is dragging a knife clear across ur stomach. Whoever says tattoos don’t hurt is a goddamn liar. This was probably my most painful one to date (next to my foot) but well worth it. I can’t wait to see how it looks once it heals and the lines are cleaner and shading deepens.

For those of u who live in the Bay Area, that want quality work done, I highly suggest Henry at the Skull and Sword. Sure, I wanted to punch him in the face as he was working on me but he’s a cool dude when he’s not sticking needles in my ribs. And most of all he’s an AMAZING artist!