Maybe, if i'm really lucky, someone will see the house before i mess it up again.
So, just in case anyone was wondering what a freshly lasered tattoo looked like ...
it's stopped oozing, at least. In two or three days, it will scab over and be unbearably itchy, and i will probable fail again in resisting the urge to scratch it.
It's fading well, though. Every time I go in, she gives me a photograph take on it at the previous visit, and it's really coming off. It's nearly impossible to tell what it says now. I'm going to take all these pictures and make a little animated flipbook. I need a souvenir, for what i'm paying for all this.
Tomorrow's going to be interesting, i think, however it goes. I should get to bed so that i can try to stop and see Danny before it gets all late and sunny. Standing in line at Theo Lacy is always so not fun when it's all bright out.
I sent him a few more books, to keep him occupied for the last few months he has in there. Some Bret Easton Ellis and Chuck Pahlinuk for his brain. I think it'll be good jail reading.
My night plans are way up in the air ... but plenty of opportunity.