Skin Ink, Stink, and Sting

 No clue as to what I was thinking on that particular title. Perhaps I was trying to be clever with a rhyming scheme of some sort. 

It didn't really work out. 

However, the first two words are actually relevant to what I was first thinking about posting today. I've been thinking about getting another tattoo. I've already got a couple, however, they're not really visible if I'm wearing every day street clothes. 

This one, though, may be different. The following picture is not mine, nor do I recall where I found it. I've had it saved in various drives for the longest time hoping to use it for the basis of what I'd like on my shoulder. 

I really dig the design and colors on it. And hell if that skull face just isn't the shit! I wondering, though, if perhaps instead of a sickle, perhaps the ghoulish cyclist is gonna be rockin' a lightning bolt. Sort of a thinner, deathly Jupiter on a bike? 

But I'm thinking the scale may be the issue. I'm thinking big. Like REALLY BIG on my shoulder. Like down to my elbow big. I'm just not sure how the scaling may work. I'm gonna have to find a fantastic artist with the patience of Job who is willing to put up with my horseshit. 

I gotta say, tattoos really are addictive. The pain is really, really nice. Odd, no? But really though, ask just about anyone that's had one and I bet they may agree (at least in a little part). 

As for now, I'll have to wait a bit. The search for that one artist is gonna have to continue.