I’ve gotten a tattoo, but for me it’s not so much about the design itself than the story that it will always remind me of—the half year that I lived in the netherlands and travelled all over europe.
I was in Prague, waiting about 10 hours for a train, so I thought what the heck, I’ll get a tattoo. I had a design I’d been kicking around anyway. So I went right from the tattoo parlor to an eastern european train, during one of the biggest storms of that year. Trees fell across the tracks before and behind us and I found myself stuck on the train, in the middle of nowhere just before the Czech border, for about 20 hours, before everything was cleared and we could move again. Not fun when your back is bandaged. Anyway, I’m glad that I have that story, and that I did the design myself.
I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
