so a couple weeks ago i got my fourth tattoo (if we’re counting this guy). i blame my lack of internet for not showing it off sooner, but i also just sort of forgot about it. it’s from the cover of this book, a self portrait by shel silverstein when he was a travel cartoonist for playboy in the 70’s. he was the first illustrator i ever really knew existed and loved, and to this day his kooky line quality still gets me excited. when he worked for playboy he had my dream job: being sent to far away places to observe the locals and draw what he saw. and now he’s on my ribs, drawing board in hand, to remind me of what i want. and to check out my boob.






