Everyday I get stopped by people who want to see my tattoo, and I can’t blame them. When I got it, I just wanted it really! It starts at my wrist, showing a street from my hometown in Syracuse, NY at sunset, and goes up into space where it shows an astronaut, the moon, a black hole, and some planets (mostly made up… Jamie and I didn’t really know a whole lot about space! SO we said fugg it!). At first I told everyone the astronaut is me getting the hell out of Syracuse, but the meaning behind my tattoo has changed forever. My very best friend, James McNish, did this beautiful piece of art. He and I were in a motorcycle accident that ended up killing him in the beginning of summer 2011. I now look at my sleeve and think of the astronaut as Jamie, looking down on me here in Syracuse. I am so thankful I got the pleasure of having him in my life and his art on my body. Every time he tattooed me was one of the best moments from my life. I miss him everyday and enjoy telling everyone who asks about my sleeve how much of an amazing person, artist, and friend he was to me and everyone he knew.
