Here’s the first picture ever taken of my knuckle tattoos. It was about 2 minutes after we finished (as you can tell from the blood), and we were outside having a smoke. I decided right away that I hated all the little baby-blue speckles, and wasn’t really thrilled with the “chrome” effect Bobby attempted on the dollar sign.

Luckily for me, Bobby is shit and every piece of baby-blue fell out in no time. I still wasn’t thrilled with it though (like every one of my Bobby T tattoos) because Bobby did his usual, and instead of listening to what I wanted, did what he wanted to try. I wanted just solid green right off the bat, but he refused, saying that it would be too boring.

Finally, four months after I got them, I got them how I wanted them. We redid them all once every speck of baby-blue fell out, and I instantly loved them.

This is the first picture I took of my proper knuckle tattoos.

Both these photos remind me of how I hated fighting with tattooists about what I want, and how big of a douche Bobby can be. They also remind me that I occasionally wore nail polish in the past and dyed my hair. Now I can’t be bothered to shave.