This belongs to “The Bob”.
I’ve always loved Vonnegut. I’m comfortable with saying that I’ve attempted suicide a few times, and this tattoo has been a constant source of inspiration since my last hospitalization. I actually read Slaughterhouse-Five while recovering, and decided that my entire life was one big “so it goes…” meaning i was finally happy with myself and not going to try anything like that again. This tattoo is just my way of showing the world. Additionally, I got the Asterisk because I like the image of myself being 80 and still thinking a picture of an assh*le is funny.
This belongs to Travis S.
I moved out to Athens to live with a friend I had gone to junior high school with to get away and clear my head for a while. Before I moved, I made him promise me that nothing would ever be too wild at our house, seeing as the winter and spring before this I had been in rehab for a cocaine habit. He promised that even though they drank and smoked pot occasionally, nothing would ever be too wild, nothing would ever be shoved in my face, and above all, there would never be cocaine in my house. The first weekend after we were all settled in, they threw a huge kegger and every promise my “best friend” had made, went out of the window. For the next month, I was a prisoner in my own home. I could hear one roommate blowing lines in the bathroom down the hall, people were always smoking pot right outside my door, and every time I went anywhere, I was antagonized about not smoking pot anymore. Luckily, I maintained my sobriety that I worked so hard for. I called my dad after that first month and told him what had happened and asked if I could come home once more.
On my last night in town, my only sober friend and I went out for dinner, a movie, and a cup of coffee. As we were walking to the coffee bar, I told him about my tattoo idea and that’s when he told me he had always wanted to see someone get a tattoo. Needless to say, we went and got the tattoo done and it couldn’t have worked out better. I don’t think I can explain all the meaning that these three words. It works on so many levels in my life; it touches on my drug history, the loss of a friend, my parents divorce, my father exposing me to Vonnegut, and so on.
This one belongs to Ashlee.
This was posted as a part of “So it Goes” Saturdays. The phrase “so it goes” appears in Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five 106 times. Can you help me collect 106 “so it goes” tattoos? 35 down, 71 to go.