We saw her just the other day, but I thought it was about time we checked in with the lovely MeltBanana to see how her wild palm-print scarification (by Lukas) is healing. Up above is the piece six months in and, while I’d love to get a color photo at some point, this is coming along superbly.
And just like the sands of time, friends, another week has run itself down. What did we learn this time?
– Everybody likes girls in high heels with breast microdermals, the end.
– Chicago is way ahead of the curve, with some tattoo artists offering free cover-ups to people wanting to erase past gang affiliations.
– If you’ve got syndactyly, just cut them bitches apart. Or, alternately, get a cute tattoo.
– Hey, check out some readers’ book suggestions over here.
– The lovely Samar just can’t take a bad photo, suspending or otherwise.
– Tattoo Highway is the mountain-top of reality television, or something.
– Lionel slays, every time, without exception.
So that was fun! You know what happens next. We’ll pop in throughout the weekend and, provided Thomas Pendleton and crew don’t run me over with their bus, we’ll be back to full strength come Monday morning. Until then, have fun, stay safe and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME.
