Here at Castle Blogferatu, holidays are just as much cause for celebration as they are just about anywhere else. It’s just that the holiday season here is a little less than mainstream. Halloween is, of course, lovely, and Krampusnacht is always a rousing good time, as are the birthdays of Poe and Lovecraft.
But nothing chills the cockles of my dark little heart more than Friday The 13th.
What? “Friday The 13th not a holiday,” you say? Hosh! It’s a fine holiday! And one I celebrate by getting a tattoo, a tradition handed down since, well, since I got my first tattoo on Friday, March 13th, 2015. I’ve gotten one every Friday The 13th since.
Hey, a tradition’s gotta start someplace, yes?
I’m not sure why I waited so damn long to start getting tattoos. On the other hand, I’m glad I didn’t start when I first wanted one. When I think of the tattoos I would have gotten between 18 and 22…Let’s just say I’d be spending a good deal of money on cover-ups.
This is not to suggest that’s true of 18 to 22-year-old who gets a tattoo. This is specific to me. But enough backstory. Here is the latest Friday The 13th Tattoo courtesy of Mike P-Dex Poindexter at Fuzion.
Yep. Cthulhu Fhtagn.