Tattooing officially since 1973, I used to ride a Harley, and rode with the Vietnam Vets M.C. for 10 years. The most important thing in my life is still my German Shepard, Amelia, and we've been together almost 11 years now.
I recently semi retired from tattooing (again) and am driving an 18 wheeler. Guess it was time for a change. Do I miss tattooing? Sure. It was a big part of my life for a long time. Will I go back to it? Yep, eventually. I still do a few now and then when I can find the time.
I still read as often as possible and can now boast a library of over 3000 books. Still mostly art, law, computer books. Recent additions include an autographed first edition from David Blane (magician) and a book from the mid 1920's by Harry Houdini's wife shortly after his death. Like Houdini's escapes, my biggest mystery is what to do with all the books when I die. Nobody to leave them to and you sure can't take em with you.
Anyway, I still have the dog and she's with me in the truck. Although I have to lift her in and out due to her age. But she's still my best friend and will be for life. I've already made plans to have her creamated when the time comes and use her ashes to tattoo her portrait on my leg. (yes, it can be done)
That's it for now, catch y'all later!
A crusty old biker out on a long summer ride in the country pulls up to a tavern in the middle of nowhere, parks his bike and walks inside.
As he passes through the swinging doors, he sees a sign hanging over the bar:
COLD BEER: $2.00
HAMBURGER: $2.25
CHEESEBURGER: $2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH : $3.50
HAND JOB: $50.00
Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the ole' biker walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of sun-wrinkled farmers.
She glides down behind the bar to the ole biker.
"Yes?" she inquires with a wide, knowing smile, "may I help you?"
The ole biker leans over the bar, "I was wondering young lady," he whispers, "are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"
She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs "Why yes, yes, I sure am".
The ole' biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash your hands real good, cause I want a cheeseburger"
