I remember how my first tattoo was at the same time worse than anyone had ever described to me, and still one of the biggest endorphin releases I’ve ever had. Trying to explain that to a girl who had only ever experienced it once was like describing color to the blind.
Having recently moved to Colorado, it had been a while since we were able to spend time together. She was going to be in town for a few days, and I made sure to make time for her. I picked her up on the Ducati, and we rode down to South Phoenix for our first tattoo together.
We had my best friend do the work, and in a little over an hour, we were off again to Dreamscapes Tattoo in Scottsdale for her leg piece.
She wanted a watercolor splashed dreamcatcher, and I admired the precision of the lines from an artist I hadn’t worked with before. I was proud of how well she was dealing with the anguish, but after about an hour I could tell she was feeling it. When it was all done, and those endorphins kicked in, it wasn’t hard to see she was on cloud nine.