In The Black

My awakening

I think it goes something like this

"Grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage, to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."

Well that was  pretty much my intention in life.

Being a tattoo artist, you see it all.
All walks of life, step through my door, everyone wanting to express their individuality, and in their own way, say fuck you to the world.
Its my hunger, its my passion, my obsession.

I also have what you might call,  a possession .......... like say demonic!!!
Let's just call him Demon, as he does not deserve a proper name.
I have lived with Demon for a while now...
too long!
I try,... I try so fucking hard to control him.
I dont know how long i can sustain him before he takes over completely.
Hes coming out more often now, and each time it's more savage.

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It's a new day

I hear Demon whispering in my head
"Rac, you piece of shit, get the fuck up!"
"Rac"
"Get up,... its time mother fucker!"

Now it screams
"WAKE THE FUCK UUUUUUP!!!!"

My head shoots off the pillow, like its been blown out of a fucking cannon.
Cold sweat is pouring over my eyes. What the fuck!!!

I reach across the bed to grab Johnny, but only to knock my empty whiskey bottle onto the floor.

I can feel it again...
That urge...
That feeling of desperate hunger,...feeling of primal rage. The need to take back whats rightfully mine!
Blood feels like fucking ice, running through my veins.

"Gotta get up." I whisper

I throw back the covers and stumble in pain into the bathroom.
Its happening again..

"FUCK... FUCK"... I mumble through my gritted teeth, as I slump over the wash basin.

I Slowly look up into the mirror, the image of my eyes, morphing into pools of black ink , are the last things I see before being drawn into the black.

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Im awake, ... the night has passed.
Sun rays cutting like a vampire's curse.

9:45am.. "damn ....gotta open up the shop"

My body feels like its just done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.

In my tattoo studio, I prepare for the first client.

I choose to work alone....
My rules...
No distractions,
I create statement pieces, a whole back or even better a body suite.
Dynamic images, true masterpieces.

The days is long and I am detailing the final touches on Marcus.
Marcus has been the recipient of one of my huge back pieces.
Its a massive battle between the heavens and the underworld.
It stretches shoulder to shouder and down to the top of his arse.

Twisted, fucked up, sinister demons emerge from the flames of hell, while an army of arch angels are swarming down to kick the shit out of the demons

"God damn spectacular! If i say so myself"
I declare.

"You mean we are done?" Says Marcus in excitement
"Fuck man, this has been like an eternity. Its gonna be awesome."
Then he lets out a... "Fuck yeah!"