I can say it’s not much of a relief. At least not for me. The only thing I like is that there is blood on the screen of my phone.
You can’t imagine how hard it is to make a circular letter. I kept cutting and cutting and it just didn’t turn out as expected.
What didn’t surprise me is that I didn’t feel it. There was just the smallest tingle, but it wasn’t anything.
There was no agony.
There was no cringe.
At that moment I was an artist on a blank canvas. But as I would think, most artists would expect some relief from work.
I didn’t get any. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Just a pretty picture.
I got drunk an all I got from it was this lousy scar.
I guess there’s always tomorrow. I still have another leg to try. Only issue is I’m not left handed and things never turn out as good. I carved Korn in my right shoulder and it’s all crooked. I guess that just means practice.
Practice makes perfect as my OCD self would say.