July 6, 2011
“O, lady on bus, I think one day you will regret your cupcake tattoo.”
My friend Alison. Musing en route home.
I told Alison I’d thought long and hard before I got my own tat back in the wayback days.
(1) Not on a spot subject to sagging with age.
(2) Not an image that will “date.” (No J. R. Ewing. No “Empire Strikes Back.”)
Alison ventured that a “Who shot J.R.?” tat would be pretty rad. And I see her point. Thinking: On a bicep. The traditional location of “MOTHER.”
Then Alison’s friend Jimmy suggested a tat of Betty Loren Maltese.
Which I can imagine. So I am pondering. A hyper-real Betty Loren Maltese tat. Like those heart-wrenching tats of dead toddlers that some aunties and grannies display.