Dermagraphics

Tnlanowski 55 Joseph A. Tulanowski Dermagraphics My first tattoo. It held strange emotions. Fear. Excitement. Anticipation. I was in prison for swiping some booze. I was locked in isolation for an hour and while in there I saw a fresh tatt on someone's arm. Once out of the cell I wanted to get one myself. It was poked in one hole at a time with a needle and ink. Never got finished though. I was caught first and put into disciplinary lockup the next hour. Record time for a pot leaf. The Pegasus on my chest was very difficult. I did it at home with a crowd of friends around. I had to put the stencil on backwards and do everything on my skin while looking in a big mirror. The Harley-Davidson wings. The name itself implies more heritage than I can say. But the memory it holds for me was it got my acceptance into a clique at Bedford County Prison. Even though it was an ink and needle job, the inmates accepted me because of its implications. It really eased my apprehensions. The snake on my wrist was the scariest for me because of the way it curved around my wrist and over my veins. As silly as it seemed, I was worried about puncturing a vein and bleeding to death. I couldn't possible bleed that much. My girl wasn't too excited about me getting any new ones this trip around. She was worried about me getting an infection or hepatitis or AIDS. But once she saw the heart inside a rose with a banner under it holding her name in it, she wasn't as angry as she pretended to be. The spider and web holds two twists of fate. It was my first tattoo with a machine. And ironically enough I got it while I was serving disciplinary backup for my first tattoo. A good friend, Brass, who was a biker had the honors. I was drunkest when I got the skull with wings and a crown on my shoulder blade on my back. I was so drunk that I passed out cold in the chair! Karen, the girl who was doing the poking, thought it would be a 56 the minnesota review nice prank to tattoo her name across my back, which she did without ever telling me. Surprised would be putting it mildly when at the beach my wife asked me who Karen was. I said, "Karen who?" and she replied I should know, I have her name tattooed on my back. Believe me, that took quite a bit of explaining! Another tough piece of work was the dragon on my left hip. I had to twist and contort my body all kinds of ways. I sweated under a 200 watt light bulb. I had a girl there to help me with wiping and adjusting the light and such. She wasn't much help, though, since I had to be naked from the waist down. She kept being distracted by other thoughts! The most painful one? This is a toss up here. The wizard on my back was painful because of its size and that it took one hour and forty minutes worth of constant bleeding and cursing. And the other was a small M & M on the head of my cock—"melts in your mouth and not in your hand!" I was told I'd need a hard-on so I dug out an old Playboy and got hard. Once I began, though, it had plans of its own. One prick of the needle and...gone. Well, I started it so now I had to finish it. To tighten the skin surface I rolled it around a pencil. I sweated real bullets that day! The funniest was the griffin on my arm, the lion with the wings. I needed a pattern. My friend and I were at a friend's house shooting the breeze and getting stoned. A knock on the door revealed a Rainbow Vacuum Cleaner salesman. So he started rapping with us about his cleaner and out of the blue told me if I wanted to, I could light...