justatomcat

Gave myself a father’s day gift. A 9volt kitty. My friends call me tomcat for various reasons only one of which is my name is tom. Before the eveready bunny, there was the eveready 9 volt kitty. I liked the design of the cat with the mischievious but well-meaning look on his face and the tail shaped like a lightning bolt. Nine lives, 9 volt. Me, I think the egyptians were right to worship cats. they’re individuals, autonomous, but affectionate too. strength and grace. passionate yet aloof. curious and adventurous. intelligent and introspective. though this cat is technically a corporate logo, it’s an old-school logo no one really recognizes, so I’m not a walking billboard. most of the drawings of cats i’ve seen in tat shops are caricatures that lose communicating any of the forementioned qualities i like about cats.
Went down to electric ladyland on frenchmen in new orleans. the guy that did it was not very talkative, but pleasant enough. didn’t catch his name. felt like a sunburn. cost me about $110 plus tip, but everyone i’d asked said these were the guys to go to for a tattoo in new orleans and considering it will be with me for awhile, didn’t mind paying a premium price.

i’m ready for another one!

Cape Night was a rousing success. A few of us had awesome capes actually sewn for the purpose by my friend Megan. Others were lame and didn’t even put on a fricking pillow case. You know who you are, but there’s always next year to make it up to me.

When I was a kid, around 8 to around 12, I was a pretty cute little boy. I got lots of attention from women and girls. I had a pretty active curiousity and was always organizing something for my friends to do. I lied and got a paper route. Then my Mom ran from my Dad and took us to Mexico. There, the girls gave me a lot of attention and the boys wanted to kick my ass. Then came back to a surfing community in San Diego. I’d always been afraid of the water, so surfing wasn’t a priority, but in Pacific Beach, you surfed or you didn’t exist socially. So I learned to surf. My body started changing and all of a sudden I went from being this cute little boy to apparently an unattractive adolescent boy. Now the girls teased me as much as the guys. Then to top it off I got a horrible case of acne. My life was miserable. I tried so hard to keep up with the “cool” kids and yet act aloof at the same time. I took on this surfer persona that wasn’t really me then nor now, but it’s funny how much of that 20 years later is still a part of my basic personality. I guess I’m still trying to get back to the time when I was the cool kid on the block, but you can’t go back. What I’d really like is to FEEL comfortable in my own skin. Sometimes I really do, other times I’m good at acting as if i do. But to get to a point where it just comes naturally all or most of the time. Now that would be cool.