Thanksgiving is one of the most loved holidays of the year where you spend time with your loved ones and get awful tattoos. At least that’s what happens with my crazy family.
During this year’s thanksgiving my whole family did the usual: have dinner, drink, have dessert, drink, watch the football games, drink some more…well you know the pattern. Unfortunately, this was not the best choice for my brother in law. For him, this will be one of the most memorable holidays and not because of the good memories but because of the painful, bloody things he did…to himself of course. This is what happened:
As I said there was some heavy drinking for the day, my brother in law JR whom is 34 years old, has a wife and two beautiful kids was drinking a tad bit more than the others. He was outside catching up with some friends reminiscing on old times drinking more than a couple of “cold ones”. The afternoon turned into evening, the evening turned into night and eventually night turned into morning.
That morning everyone was in the living room (we had all spent the night at my mother in laws house) and when JR woke up and walked out of his room our jaws dropped to see a big red blotch on the right side of his shirt.
- “Are you okay?”
-“What’s on your shirt?”
-“Did you get shot?!”
Those where all questions we were all asking JR…we didn’t know what to think or say when we saw his shirt full of blood! To our surprise JR did not get shot or get attacked by some wild animal last night, he had just got a tattoo. A really big ugly tattoo.
He explained that his friend’s brother’s cousin’s neighbor came by the house last night and that he was one of the best tattoo artists in Houston and it just so happened that he had all of his equipment with him, so he decided to get a tattoo last night in the garage!
The tattoo wasn’t anything crazy or outrageous, but it was just plain bad. It was his younger kid’s name, which I guess is okay since he already had his older son’s name but the quality of it was terrible. At least he spelled his name right, and he could’ve stopped there but the guy did what he would call “shading” but to me it was just a whole bunch of lines running up and down. There is one part where there is a line that looks like Oscar the grouch’s uni-brow under his nipple area.
The worst part was that the tattoo artist had to stop because even though JR was very intoxicated he was in pain and crying like a little girl, he was bleeding everywhere and the tattoo didn’t even get done.
Good thing that he didn’t get his wife’s name because she was so extremely mad I could’ve sworn she was soon to be the ex-wife.
I don’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for my brother in law for his poor decision but I do think he learned his lesson not to be drinking and inking at the same time.
By Lesly Delgado