I did something today that I haven't done since 1998 or so.
I got a tattoo.
To be more accurate, I covered up the one I got in 1998. It was the kanji symbol for eternity.
Mmm. Delicious irony.
So it was this.
Which I swear was very cool and innovative, back in the day when cell phones were the size of Coke cans. I WAS VERY COOL, DAMMIT.
And then I went to Psycho Tattoo in Marietta and met the extremely talented Rob Berrong, who has an awesome vintage Man-E Faces figure on his desk. I brought him a handful of feathers, and he went to work.
And I read Divergent by Veronica Roth on my Nook for a while while my neurons buzzed, and we talked about moms in tennis skirts getting bleeding Edward tattoos.
And in the end, I have this.
So that's much better.
Back when I was just starting the publishing journey, I made myself all sorts of promises.
Sell a book, and you can buy wall-to-wall bookshelves and more books.
Sell a book, and you can get a new tattoo.
Sell a book, and you can go to Disneyworld.
Sell a book and prove that you're an adult, which you just sort of disproved by wanting the same crap you wanted when you were a kid.
In any case, I'm happy. And my neck tickles.
And if you're in the ATL and looking for a great tattoo artist, check out Rob at Psycho Tattoo, which honestly isn't as psycho as it sounds.