Someone is getting a tattoo of me on their arm!
I used to apprentice for an artist named Danny The Machine Duran. Danny helped me make my first silk screen t-shirt years ago. It read “Enjoy Cock” instead of “Enjoy Coke.”
He always told me I was his favorite girl to be around. We liked to watch old Disinformation DVDs and talk about conspiracy theories. He pierced my Marilyn for me as part of a rite of passage when I went through a really hard time in my life.
Danny has used me as the model for other designs, but this one is going on his arm which makes it special.
Danny has won numerous awards as an artist and has owned several shops. He once did an entire Samurai themed backpiece at a convention in one sitting. He won an award for it. His specialty is in intricate design work. Hence the name.
The last time someone got me tattooed on them, was my X. He had me tattoed laying naked on his back. When we broke up he had my skin filled in red and horns put on my head. Clever, huh? He also got “No Gods, No Masters” tattooed under it. I guess he felt I dominated him?
Whatever, now every time he turns around, there I am. He never thought I would amount to much (though, that obviously must have been a lie because he got me tattooed on his fucking back, so he must have thought I was pretty great. Fucking Irish people. Unreadable/untenable) Let’s see how I do!
