|Practical Tattooery 104B
||[Oct. 13th, 2016|01:31 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
Several years ago, I was talking to a kid, who was skipping an HTML class we were taking, to go get measured for a tuxedo to wear for Senior Pictures and to the Senior Dinner (two social functions that completely got by me when I was his age). We and the others joked that if you had a tuxedo tattooed on your body, neck to toe, all you would need to do to get dressed up would be to take your clothes off. That was the first time Practical Tattooery occurred to me. Since, I've heard of women, (men too?) let's just say people, having makeup like eyeliner and stuff tattooed on permanently. Ouch! That doesn't seem to afford you many options when the Fabulously Fickle Finger of Fashion spins round to point at some other "look."
Anyway, another revelation has grabbed me by the shorts and demanded to be chronicled here: Tattooed-on heroine tracks! You know how all these guys go around with buzz cut hair and scraggly beards and ridiculously baggy clothes trying to look "just out of Compton?" Well how much more cred could they accrue if they looked like they'd shot up just this morning? Every now and again here in New Mexico, a batch of heroine gets through uncut or somehow contaminated and a bunch of people die shooting it up. Not die like piss-your-life-away-as-a-junkie die, but die die, as in they find you dead in the morning. Tomorrow morning.
So, this would be like a boon, hey: all of the cred (well, most of it) with none of the risk. If you don't die of sepsis from the tattoo, you're good from now on, or until you try to get a job. Whichever comes first.