As some, all, none? I don’t fucking know. anyway. as some of you may or may not know, I have a Jesus tattoo. It’s the result of a wild night of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I’m not actually really sure about the sex part, but the drugs and … well maybe it wasn’t rock and roll. but there were drugs and tattoos, and isn’t that good enough?
I’m not a jesus person.
I’ve never thought of myself as a jesus person. Jesus has never been a part of my life, except as the butt of an occasional joke.
I had to rectify the situation. I had to get a tatoo of Satan. One hour ago I did this. He sits proudly on my left forearm. I already feel more evil, more mishevious, more impulsive. I’m happy with Satan. I look forward to him having even more impact on my life than he has in the past.
To quote those great australian scribes
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody’s gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody’s gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I’m on my way to the promised land
I’m on a highway to hell!