Sewed, glued and tattooed.

Many of my fellow tattoo addicts probably know what I'm talking about. First of all, I have to admit the last tattoo in THE LAST AND THE FIRST Vol. 2 post was not the last! There was a last last one that happened on the 15th of December as a part of an artist's exhibiton whom I admired previously, but this made her my personal hero. (Additional information here .) I am absolutely in love with what she did. But.. this is not the main reason for writing this post. Apparently I have an adhesive tattoo bandage allergy of some sort and according to the World Wide Web,  the thing is not at all rare. I have had some issues previously while using it, but it never got this allarming. The bandage literally corroded my skin at the edges. The whole area where the bandage was placed was red and painful. I tore it off with a scream and tended my tattoo the old school way. This is what happened after approximately 24 hours. After a day I got left with an infected wound. It is...

This year was really something. It felt like the Universe decided to throw every challenge it got in store for me for the next 1000 years right in my face and slap me with it several times. It was a year of extreme confrontations. A year of unimaginable transmutatins. A year of constant inner and outer revolutions. Not saying things were predominantly bad. But they were most certainly never dull. This was also a year of my favorite needle addiction relapse. Talking 'bout tattoos y'all. Showing off my last and first of 2018: Finished half-sleeve old-school pin up tattoo. Started seven years ago, Jesus Christ (very obvious by the faded middle and lower half). My protector: Hanuman. Cover up at the bottom. I'm not sad to see you go, 2018. But can you do something about me winning the Lottery before you leave? That'd be grand, thanks. Ta-ta!

Serial-position effect is what I'm talking about, guys.  Wikipedia, the superreliable source, defines it as: "... the tendency of a person to recall the first and last items in a series best, and the middle items worst." (Thank you, Wiki.) I am not really sure I remember many of my "firsts". I can remember my last noodle soup, last good joke, last girlfriend, last pizza, last cute gift. Having a hard time remembering any first ones of the things mentioned.  I remember my "bests" above anything else. The best sweater (my dad's heritage and it literally fell apart on me). The best drink (authentic home made Indian chai- flavour overload). The best trip (my first visit to the States). The best restaurant (OMG that crazy Ethiopian restaurant in Toronto). The best people in my life (and some of the worst ones). I'll start with the last... altough it's hard to talk about the last one (I'm not even entirely sure such a thing exsists #addic...