
"I got my ‘Eye in the Sun’ tat on my shoulder when I was eighteen. An artist that some friend of mine knew was coming down to Portland for the night from Seattle, and anyone who wanted a tat just came by the house that day. I don’t even remember the artist’s name at this point, but it was a funny party. Against all medical advice, we sat around drinking beer and listening to the buzzing while we waited our turns. While my tattoo was somewhat moderate as inked images go, the rest of the people in the house started to have increasingly ridiculous tattoo ideas as the night went on. Finally, the inevitable happened: I told my friend Celia that I would pay for her ($10 to the artist at the time) to get ‘666’ tattooed on her head. Bad judgement reigned and she still has the proof of my coercion, but I like to think Celia’s hair keeps the tattoo on the down low…
I still really like my tattoo; I had designed the symbol years before as a sort of bastardized Egyptian symbol for Ra, the sun god. A year after I got this tattoo, I had the same image tattooed on the other shoulder for the sake of symmetry. I’ll put up a pic of the two together in the next week or two. The only thing that bugs me is the dumb four-eyes joke that every pot-bellied man over the age of sixty feels he has to tell. My next tat? A Tarot card, on my inner wrist. I’ll keep you posted."
