Getting tattooed sucks. It's one of the worst feelings I know, aside from anxiety and not getting to eat what I want for dinner. It's just the worst.
I got my first tattoo the exact way that you are not supposed to: I was drunk with my friend Theresa in NYC and after eating terrible food at a TGI Friday's we decided we should go get tattoos. Neither Theresa or I had ever been tattooed before but in that moment we just decided to go for it. There's an excitement about doing something you don't really want to, I don't know if that excitement is brought on by bravery or stupidity, more than likely it was a little of both that night. We wandered around the streets of NYC and went into the second place we saw (the first was too scary). I got two words on the inside of my arm; "per second", a reference to the masterpiece that is Wheat's third album Per Second, Per Second, Per Second, Every Second. I don't recall the tattoo hurting much, probably due to the alcohol, but instead I remember it kind of feeling good. It was a new feeling I didn't know before, but would like to know again. It's true what people say about tattoos, they're addictive.
After those 2 words, I got what I can only describe as a mess on my left arm during my senior year of college. It was a mess that took 2 years and 3 different artists to complete. Then I got the state of Ohio on when I left Toledo in 2010, a sparrow when I got my first "real" job, an anchor with Nick Orsini, you and I got tattoos together once. It's something that has become a semi-regular occurrence in my life.
Yet despite how often I find myself in that position, I can't stress enough how much getting tattooed sucks for me. I am sure I am a nightmare for all of the artists that I see. My body shakes, my limbs jerk and I'm super chatty. I'm sorry for that, artists. So why do I do it? The simple answer is that I like it, and I can. That's one of the most freeing feelings, to find something you like and do it because you can. That's kind of how I feel about this website that we started together. I do it because I like it and I am an American and can do whatever I want.
Over the weekend I went out and got another tattoo from my bud, Jorge Seested. The whole process probably only took about 15 minutes. Just 4 words in black ink: Work Hard, Be Kind. It's a simple message, I actually think I stole it from Conan O'Brien. I wanted to get these simple words permanently inked into my body, hoping that somehow the ink might find it's way into my brain, take over my body and always remind me to do that.
I want to work hard. I want to work harder than I ever thought I ever could, or ever would. I want to exhaust myself both mentally and physically. I was recently introduced to the concept of "emptying the vessel", I can tell you more about it later but it basically means working yourself down to a nub and letting every ounce out of you. I want to work hard and empty my vessel everyday (that sounds sexual?) I want to build this site, and build my business like a maniac, but I also want to do it the right way. I want to be kind to others, and to myself, and my body, and to the earth. That part is really important to me. I know that you want to do the same. I think we should work hard and be kind together (that sounds sexual too?)
Anyway, just wanted to fill you in on what I was thinking today. Below is a super feminine picture of my legs. Talk to you later,