"Two For Glory Hole"
i'm so tired of hearing it. look, i read A MIllion Little Pieces back in 2003 and i fucking LOVED it! i still do. i think it's one of the best books i've ever read. and now the smoking gun has keyed us all in that some of it is made up. big fucking deal. i still loved it. he could have "embelished" more than half of it and i'll still stand here and tell you I LOVED IT! perhaps it's just a matter of taste. and my taste is, that's right you guessed it, I LOVE IT! there are lots and lots of things that people like that i have strong opinions about and don't say anything: A History Of Violence, Jessica Simpson, Keanu Reeves, Marc Anthony, E.R., those ugly fucking Nagel paintings from the 80's, and oh yeah...cats, i'm not a big fan of cats. but do i say anything? NO. 'cause that's rude and to each his own, right?
and to all this bullshit i say: "rock on jimmy frey, rock on!"
customer's say the darndest things:
(overheard at the theater) "Two for Glory Hole" and "Which auditorium is Bareback Mountain?"
um...that has gay porn written all over it.
1.25.2006
1.01.2006
Happy New Year!
ah, there's nothing sweeter than ringing in the new year here at work. it's like i can hear the champagne corks a-poppin right now. mmmm, charming. anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR, SUCKAAAAAAS! i hope the new year brings you love and joy and prosperity and lots and lots of dirty dirty porn star sex!!
yesterday i started to get work done on my half sleeve. when i went in i really didn't know what i wanted, but i've seen this guys work and knew i could trust him no matter what we decide to do. the first thing he told me was that he needed to touch up the tribal work on my arm (which, if memory serves is about 12 years old) cause he just couldn't bear to see it like that anymore. plus, the project would be much more difficult because of the distance and positioning of my tribal eye and my sun tattoos. he suggested we could do a cover up to make things easier, a suggestion i am totally against. i love my tattoos that i already have they are a part of me and i got them for a reason, they're like little bookmarks of my life. so we decided to start with one peice and go from there. i was in the chair yesterday for 3 hours straight. i think about 2 and a half hours into it all the pain blocking chemicals stopped working. but i took it like a trooper, and today i'm pretty sore. oh, and here's what we decided to do: the peice that i got done is water, the next will be fire and metal then wood, air and earth. all the elements, get it? sounds cheesey, but i think it's going to work. and...at this point in my life this theme TOTALLY makes sense. the kicker is, he's adapting my tribal eye to "morph" into these elements.
when i was 18 i got my first tattoo, it was a rose and a rosebud wrapped around a sword. all the men (well almost) on my dad's side of the family have some sort of tattoo of a rose. so naturally i figured i had to have one too. and the rose stands for my dad and the rosebud my mom, and the sword represents the strength i get from them. well, that and the fact that my mom told me if i ever got a "MOM" tattoo, she would personally cut off my arm, and that would be bad. the next tattoo i got was the tribal "eye". i had started to go to alot of raves back then and experience new and different things in my life. i began to find out that there was more to life then the bubble i knew. so the eye symbolizes the new way i began to see the world, through my own eyes. after that was my sun tattoo, which if you look closely...is me! there are lots of things going on with this one. obviously, because my name is Sonny. and, it was a bonding between me and my best friend growing up, Sunshine. (yes, that's her real name. yes, do the math) but most importantly that marked the time in my life when i came out...that one's a biggie. next, the aforementioned friend did something bad and left town with her boyfriend. split, gone, nadda. i didn't know where she was, i didn't know if she was ok...hell, i didn't even know if she was alive, literally. it was a really, really bad time for me. i felt like part of my heart was ripped out. for weeks i couldn't function, all i did was cry and worry. i had detectives at my house, i had her mom mad at me because i had to tell her her daughter was using. it hurt. i went out alone and coming from my first tattoo, which meant so much to me i had a tangle of vines wrapping around my arm, it's how i felt at the time. and again, it serves as a memory of what happened. after that a made 3 very good friends who, in a way, took me in during this time. they comforted me in their own way and made me a home. i developed (what i would like to think) a life long connection to them. one is a beautiful healing soul i'll carry with me forever. one is the brother i never had. and one is a love i'll forever hold in my heart. they get the tribal work that is interwoven in the vines. they took that pain away for me. and i'm greatful to them for that...
and the last. the last one is a secret, that until now nobody knew about, and it's the most special. all i'll say is that it's the number 3.
so long story short, i'll never cover any of them up. i can't. so morphing the eye into this is really symbolizing my new way of seeing more than just the world around me, it's a new way of seeing me.
oh yeah, here's the work so far:
ah, there's nothing sweeter than ringing in the new year here at work. it's like i can hear the champagne corks a-poppin right now. mmmm, charming. anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR, SUCKAAAAAAS! i hope the new year brings you love and joy and prosperity and lots and lots of dirty dirty porn star sex!!
yesterday i started to get work done on my half sleeve. when i went in i really didn't know what i wanted, but i've seen this guys work and knew i could trust him no matter what we decide to do. the first thing he told me was that he needed to touch up the tribal work on my arm (which, if memory serves is about 12 years old) cause he just couldn't bear to see it like that anymore. plus, the project would be much more difficult because of the distance and positioning of my tribal eye and my sun tattoos. he suggested we could do a cover up to make things easier, a suggestion i am totally against. i love my tattoos that i already have they are a part of me and i got them for a reason, they're like little bookmarks of my life. so we decided to start with one peice and go from there. i was in the chair yesterday for 3 hours straight. i think about 2 and a half hours into it all the pain blocking chemicals stopped working. but i took it like a trooper, and today i'm pretty sore. oh, and here's what we decided to do: the peice that i got done is water, the next will be fire and metal then wood, air and earth. all the elements, get it? sounds cheesey, but i think it's going to work. and...at this point in my life this theme TOTALLY makes sense. the kicker is, he's adapting my tribal eye to "morph" into these elements.
when i was 18 i got my first tattoo, it was a rose and a rosebud wrapped around a sword. all the men (well almost) on my dad's side of the family have some sort of tattoo of a rose. so naturally i figured i had to have one too. and the rose stands for my dad and the rosebud my mom, and the sword represents the strength i get from them. well, that and the fact that my mom told me if i ever got a "MOM" tattoo, she would personally cut off my arm, and that would be bad. the next tattoo i got was the tribal "eye". i had started to go to alot of raves back then and experience new and different things in my life. i began to find out that there was more to life then the bubble i knew. so the eye symbolizes the new way i began to see the world, through my own eyes. after that was my sun tattoo, which if you look closely...is me! there are lots of things going on with this one. obviously, because my name is Sonny. and, it was a bonding between me and my best friend growing up, Sunshine. (yes, that's her real name. yes, do the math) but most importantly that marked the time in my life when i came out...that one's a biggie. next, the aforementioned friend did something bad and left town with her boyfriend. split, gone, nadda. i didn't know where she was, i didn't know if she was ok...hell, i didn't even know if she was alive, literally. it was a really, really bad time for me. i felt like part of my heart was ripped out. for weeks i couldn't function, all i did was cry and worry. i had detectives at my house, i had her mom mad at me because i had to tell her her daughter was using. it hurt. i went out alone and coming from my first tattoo, which meant so much to me i had a tangle of vines wrapping around my arm, it's how i felt at the time. and again, it serves as a memory of what happened. after that a made 3 very good friends who, in a way, took me in during this time. they comforted me in their own way and made me a home. i developed (what i would like to think) a life long connection to them. one is a beautiful healing soul i'll carry with me forever. one is the brother i never had. and one is a love i'll forever hold in my heart. they get the tribal work that is interwoven in the vines. they took that pain away for me. and i'm greatful to them for that...
and the last. the last one is a secret, that until now nobody knew about, and it's the most special. all i'll say is that it's the number 3.
so long story short, i'll never cover any of them up. i can't. so morphing the eye into this is really symbolizing my new way of seeing more than just the world around me, it's a new way of seeing me.
oh yeah, here's the work so far:
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