that’s what I have. A super cool mom.
While helping her wash her locs, we got on the topic of tatoo’s. I told her about this girl in my class who got a treble clef on her neck *ummm no, mess was horrible and plus..da neck homie, come on* Anyway, I mentioned that I wanted a tatoo of a treble clef and I’d designed it myself and that I wanted it on the inside of my left ankle.
I gave her my reasoning of 1.) who pays attention to someones left inside ankle? 2.) by it being on the leg that I do not cross, meaning if I put it on the inside of my right ankle, when I cross my legs *which I rarely do* it would be for all to see. 3.) I’m only giving corporate america a small amount of my life and then entrepreneurship reigns supreme. 4.) When my grandbabies go “grandma, why you got a treble clef on yo ankle?” I can be proud cause I’m just displaying how music is a very big part of me. Now if it was “Pookie loves Bay-Bay” or some random flower…#1 that Pookie mess is dumb #2 what da hell that flower mean?
So in conclusion..lol, my mother is cool cause she didn’t bring out the Bible nor lecture me on job security. She’s made it aware that I’m grown and it’s my body. She was also like “It hurts! I don’t see how people take the pain!” She rocks! Look for a tatoo coming near you before Summer 2007…word is bond. I may have to get slightly inebriated but I’m a soldier! lol It’s going down!
Serenity
