Memories of Venice Beach
Six years ago, I fulfilled a long-cherished ambition to drive across America. After landing at Newark Airport in New Jersey I hired a Chrysler Sebring ~ because a convertible's the only way to do it ~ and took a meandering south-western path over eleven days to my cousin in San Francisco.
I can still trace my route via the motel credit card receipts I kept for posterity: starting at my great aunt's house in Harrington Park (NJ), I stopped at North Huntingdon (PA), Dry Ridge (KY), West Memphis (AR), Bossier City (LA), Amarillo (TX), Cortez (CO), Flagstaff (AZ), Las Vegas (NV), Huntingdon Beach (CA), and Lompoc (CA). On the way I also passed through West Virginia, Ohio, Illinois, Missouri, Tennessee, Mississippi, Oklahoma, and New Mexico. Like I said, meandering.
After I reached the west coast on my penultimate day, I visited Venice Beach and decided to permanently commemorate the epic trip on my skin. I bought a touristy baseball cap with three colourful surfer dudes on it, and had an artist at the Tattoo Asylum ink one of them on my right shoulder. On a second visit in 2005, I had the other two added as well.
They're not perfect (there was a slight feck-up during the 2005 session, entirely my fault), but I like 'em. Unlike most of the tribal or celtic stuff which has become so mainstream, these are bright and colourful, and I thought it was about time I used them in a photo.
PS I feel like such a stupid narcissist posting this up...