[👆🏽] ROAD TO DISOWNMENT
Story 1 of many.
- •When: September 29, 2013
- •Who: MeForeboding photo taken about 1.5 months prior to incident about which this list is about. Foreboding because I would have another encounter with the police(this time significant and life changing) on September 15, 2013 (another story for another day).
- •Where: Saved Tattoo in BK
- •What: My first tattooSorry if this photo makes you cringe. I think it's cool.
- •Who else: Will SheldonName of the guy who wrote on me permanently
- •Who else: My momThis was taken May 14, 2014 but it's an accurate representation of her and her tendencies to befriend everyone. My mom stopped this guy on the street because she loved his style and wanted a photo with him. Anyway, she was really excited about my tattoo.
- •Who else: My boy AdeReally lovely times when Ade and I were getting to know each other and thought the other person was great to hang out with. It seemed only right that he be around for my first tattoo. We don't speak anymore :(
- •All good except I didn't tell my dad because of high probability of disownmentTattoos in Guatemala are scandalous AF (according to my dad). I mean this is true in some circles but they will, ipso facto, never be my circles. True story: having a tattoo in Guatemala might make someone believe you are part of a gang. Having a tattoo in Guatemala makes you straight up unemployable in certain places.
- •He didn't notice until June 2014.I didn't try to hide it I just didn't say anything.
- •When he did notice, I was getting checked in to what would be my third (and please God hopefully last) psychiatric hospital (in Houston)Needless to say I was not all there. I don't remember his exact words when he noticed, but I remember his disappointment. He simply couldn't believe that his own daughter had a tattoo. I can't remember my mom's reaction to this strange situation either. The lady checking me in was just sitting at her desk, in her little office, staring back and forth between her computer and us and laughing uncomfortably. I don't remember if I cared or not. But I remember the moment now, so I guess I did care.
- •Eventually the incident was forgiven but not forgottenIn fact, just three days ago I was reminded of the tattoo disapproval
- •The thing is, on June 12 2016, this happened:2 a.m. in Los Angeles. I was due to get on a flight in a few hours to start a trip that I knew would change my life (and it did). I needed to commemorate one year of health, remind myself of a few things forever, and get my second tattoo in LA, my new city (at the time).
- •As of yet, my second tattoo hasn't been discoveredBut when it does get discovered ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
- •So.... As Jimi Hendrix said: "I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to."