I'm posting a reminder for you, my friend, as you commence the crushing of the grape. You are going into battle and although last year you emerged bloodied but victorious, the giant awaits you again.
"10,000 bottles of wine on the wall, 10,000 bottles of wine...."
I expect a bottle of wine (which I'll have to give away to my brother-in-law). You remember Bruce. You snapped a picture of us with my sister and Mom on top of the Empire States Building. I'll have to send you a copy because he looks like an anthropologist who has just befriended a tribe exclusively devoted to the production of hair. That's also when you asked two workers what time it was while they were carrying an actual 10' x 10' tower clock into the building, and one of them actually tried to look at his watch with out dropping the clock (which must have cost at least as much as his salary).
I hope your full harvest submersion will not mean complete radio silence. If so, I will do my best to pick up the slack and give you something to read. Of course, sweeping chimneys is no walk in the park either, but I'll post....O yes, I'll post.
This is little Eric. It is a my first tattoo portrait (on practice skin). It is for Big Eric's right bicep. Eric is 42. Perhaps I am not being clear. This IS a portrait of big Eric when he was little Eric!
Some fools will spend a small fortune attempting to recover their inner child.
Eric is going to spend $75 "and get dat bitch inked up,Yo!"
By the way, I'm exceedingly proud of this initial attempt , considering the tattoo machine still feels like a cross between a crow quill and a beard trimmer to me.
It appears I have been invited to apprentice at one of the swankier shops in the region in a couple of months or so. We'll see. The funny part is that it is going to be in a high-end mall in Annapolis, MD (which is one of the yacht capitals of the world). Why do I mention yachts? Lot's of ankle tattoos which hurt a great deal and for which we will charge an exorbitant amount of money!
C.
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