CHRISTMAS IN A BOX

Hey, kid. The box came today and all that great stuff you paid for is now on the coffee table.

Beautiful ain´t it? Shiny, new and mysterious. There it is, that tattoo machine that´s never been used; the very thing that you don´t have a clue of how it´s put together or what any of those parts mean in the total scheme. And look, sheets of tattoo designs all colored with accompanying line drawings.

These are great because you don´t have a clue of how to draw these things let alone how to paint them. And what´s more, the line drawing is just what you need because you don´t even know how to trace the right things off.

But what the hell, at least those little bottles of color light you up. What´s that color made of? Who knows and, for that matter, what does it matter, it came from a real company, so it must be good stuff.

Look! There are the needles in little packages. Of course you can´t make them for yourself, so they make them for you. So, what have you got there? Everything made to go. No problems whatsoever.

Plug it in and round up your friends, because now you are a big dude in the neighbourhood, a tattooer! All for a few hundred bucks.

Did you ever think, you might be just a kid with a bunch of Tinker Toys?

Do you think this will make your future cool?

You want an easy way to tattoo? Try this one:

GO TO FUCKING SCHOOL!

LEARN HOW TO DRAW AND PAINT!

STUDY ART AND HOW TO THINK INTELLIGENTLY!

That´s the easy way.

The world is full of undereducated, lower-class slobs and one less is one more that is richer and better off.

-- Henry Goldfield - San Francisco --