I hadn’t noticed the cross motif present across my repair work and my tattoos until I was looking at this picture my dad took yesterday. The repair work is Japanese, the tattoos are Eastern European by way of a man from Barre now living in Portland, Maine. All of that lives with a pretty clear under painting of Christendom, though I doubt the Japanese bit would really hold up in that way.

When I first started getting tattoos one of my first thoughts was about what my future children might think of them. Nothing as boring as wether or not they’d like them, I doubt their thoughts would have much to do with approval.

When I spent the years of my youth looking at David Roby’s many lizard tattoos, I had no frame of reference, really. They were the background, they were his skin. I’ve got a lizard, and a frog, and a pipe, and a dog, and a snake, and a hand, and a firefly, and a cup, I wonder if they’ll ask about them, and which they’ll ask about the most.