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said.
    "Oh you attend
the community college around the corner?" I asked.
    "Yeah,"
she quietly said. Thank you God!
    “What are you
majoring in?” I asked.
    “I’m undecided. I
know I want to major in arts. I’m just not sure which avenue in art to take,”
she replied.
    “I’m sure when you
least expect it you will know which path to take,” I said.
    “Thanks, I think,”
she said.
    "Well, if you
ever decide to make it a tat, I'm your man," I said.
    "Convince me
to get the tat," she said with a wink. Fuck, this girl is driving me crazy
hard. Those eyes, that smile, and those cute sexy winks she keeps throwing my
way. I sat down next to her and watched her work on her drawing. She would
glance at me from the corner of her eyes and smile. I knew she was feeling the
same thing I was. Attraction.
    “I can turn that
into a live work of art on any part of your body.”
    “Oh, really?”
    “Yep,” I said
popping the p.
    “You’ve convinced
me. I want you to give me a tat. I want a Wyatt original and one that will
never be replicated.”
    “Alright, I can do
that, but first tell me the first three words that come to mind.”
    “Why?” she asked.
    “Because it will
give me a feel for what to create for you.” I look down at her sketch pad. I
point to it and say, “If you switch the angle here, it would look more natural
and smooth.”
    She eyed me
curiously but did as I suggested. She looked at her drawing quietly for a
minute before glancing my way.
    “Wow, you’re good. It
does seem to look more natural and smooth. Thanks for the tip,” she said.
    “I’m waiting on
your three words.”
    She looks up at me
and says, “Trapped, lost, and rebirth.” Those three words say a lot about her. She
feels caged in, she feels lost, but she wants to live. The last word is always
the most important one. I think I can work with those words to create a tattoo
that describes who she is and what she wants in the grand scheme of things.
    “Okay I can work
with that. Let me show you to my work space. You can wait in there while I
create your original never to be duplicated tattoo.” She stands from her seat
and follows me to my station. She sits on the dentist style chair and whispers,
“Thank you.”
    I look at her and
smile, but before I leave her to create her tattoo I stop and ask. “Why those
three words?”
    She looks at me,
closes her eyes, and lets out a deep breath. She opens her eyes looks at me and
says, “Have you ever felt trapped by life with no way to break loose? Or afraid
to take a risk and reinvent yourself? Be someone different…someone better?”
    “Maybe at one time
in my life I did.”
    “What changed
that?”
    “I realized that
life is not a bowl of cherries. Life is what we make of it. What screws us up
the most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be. Life
is hard…period. Your life does not get better by chance it gets better by
change. Nothing holds you back more than insecurities. I learned it’s not
always about trying to fix something that’s broken. It’s about starting over
and creating something better. Only you can change the direction on the path of
life, just walk through a different door.”
    “Life is that easy
for you?” she asked.
    “No, my life is far
from easy. I just don’t let the bad days suck me dry and hold me down. I always
look for a new open door and walk right in. I choose to leave the past where it
belongs…in the past. Every day is a new beginning for me.”
    She looked at me
and said “Hmm…
    I left her and
headed to my desk to sketch her tattoo. I liked her feather idea with the birds
and drew it around the infinity symbol. It was simple, but I believed it
represented her. I walked back to my booth and asked, “Where do you want the
tattoo?”
    “I want it on my
hip.”
    “Okay, you need to
bring your pants and underwear down past your hip. Let me get you a gown to
cover your lower half, but leave the hip exposed. Lie down on