Ok, so you can’t expect a camera phone to do it justice, and it needs to settle down a little bit (I, apparently, am a sweller) but here it is: Tat Two. The thing about sitting in a chair with a guy poking you in the arm for three hours straight is that it will wear your ass out. Or your arm. Or self. I’m pretty tired, but really happy. When I get a better picture, you will be able to see the detail in this thing. It is amazing.
So, again, a little bit about the elements. There is a torch at the top. Learning, striving, Olympics, you name it. Torches have a lot going for them. The search for truth. The three stars reference the flag of my home state, Tennessee, the Trinity, and my Sweet Lady, Tallulah, and me. The “x” is the cross of St. Andrew, patron of Scotland, where my family comes from way back. The lamb with the crosier is, you know, the Lamb of God and all that.
So I will get you a better picture later. Now I’m going to take off the Saran Wrap and wash this thing.