Riddle!!!

How do you know you know when you're in a White Trash/Ghetto neighborhood?

When your neighbors are having a barbecue/tattoo party in their yard.

How do you know you're White Trash/Ghetto?

When you crash the party and get some ink.

Here's my new one. Just born. Less than five minutes old. It's swollen and a bit bloody.

It's an Ankh, on my wrist.

I can cover it with a watch or some other paraphenalia should I desire to do so.

I don't care if you like it. I do. I know what it means to me. That's what matters. It's my body. My choice. You don't like it? Look away. Change the station. I didn't tie you down and force you to have it on your nose, did I?

I was a bit worried about people getting tattooed in someone's yard..... I was wondering if I should call some sort of authority..... maybe I should have.....?????

Then I realized he works at one of the places I go to!!! He had a whole setup back there!!!!! WTF!?!?!

Sterile needles!! New tat-gun! Everything packed and wrapped, safely, conveniently in compartments!!..... so, I printed out a picture and I crashed the party.

They tried to send me home with food too! lol

Nice people are mega cool.

**updated** Here it is about 12 hours later.

It's much less swollen and icky.

It's not as huge as it looks either.

That's something that happened in the transition from phone to computer to blog.

I can cover it with paraphenalia if I want to.

Now I must go put more bacitracin on it.

I need another one now. My balance is off. I can't have three on one arm and two on the other.

I already know what I want. It's going on my other wrist.