20 Years ago my friend and I got silly little tattoos on our ankles after an afternoon of drinking on the beach. I was so proud of my little red rose and thought I was pretty cool.
20 Years later, that bright little rose on my ankle is now a fading black/grey smudge.
My dear friend Lisa left me, her friends, and her family last month. (I'm not ready to write that story yet)
While cleaning out her apartment, I found a book of Faeries. Lisa loved faeries and that was evidenced by the plethora of them in and around her home.
Several pages of the book were earmarked with notations. She had wanted to get one of those faeries tattooed on her.
Since she was never able to do so before leaving this world, I made the ultimate decision to get one for her.
That little red rose that took all of fifteen minutes to get has got nothing on this bitch.
After 2 hours and 40 minutes I am now branded for life.
Or you could say I am branded for Lisa.
Behold the Faerie Who Was Kissed by the Pixies....