
So let me plant this image in your head. Its 4:00 PM on a Sunday and two guys find themselves sitting on the couch. One turns to the other and says "I think I am going to get my lip tattooed". Just like many of the things people say and aspire to do, only about 40% of the ideas actually come to fruition. This however, was among that 40% and came about like many impulsive ideas do.
So there we sat on the couch waiting to hear back from Lindsay Parrotta, T.J.'s friend/ up and coming tattoo artist. Once we got the word that she could fit him in that night it was on! After sitting around and bullshitting about what was about to happen we finally made our way down to Oz Tattoo on Hollywood Blvd.


Once we got into the shop it all went so fast. From the routine paperwork releasing the shop of liability to the application of the stencil. "Lets Dance!" was the phrase of choice for T.J. that night and anyone who know's T.J. is well aware of his tendency to randomly break out in moves reminiscent of mighty Bobby Brown. These choice words were all too quickly applied to the inside of T.J.'s bottom lip. Having gone over it once and even able to touch it up in a matter of 20 minutes we were no sooner walking out the door. The experience as a whole only made me want my tattoo tribute to my home state of Oregon even more. We'll see what happens with that later.... ;)







