at five years of tattooing

I was:

in a different crappy relationship

loud

artsy

working too many hours

goofy

going to conventions

crying a lot

drawing with prismacolor markers

painting a lot

taking fewer pictures

getting interviewed for a magazine

afraid about getting interviewed for a magazine

unsure of my purpose

more heavily tattooed

letting my drawing skills slide while I learned to

tattoo better

unsure whether I was good enough to tattoo anyone

mad about people tattooing out of their houses

trying out all kinds of techniques

working with geniuses

intimidated by them

worried I wasn’t getting better at this

strengthening my wrist

getting better at this