I remember this one being a pain in the ass logistically. I should've gone more minimalist with the BG. There's just so much going on with the characters and props already. I sent Valerie a single template of the BG in hopes that it would minimize the work she'd have to do. Nothing I did as a timesaver seemed to really help. Plugging everything into the final page was a whole lot of work.
Anyway, I was trying to capture a true story of getting a tattoo with my friends, and watching them peace out one by one as their work schedule demanded. Reality was just too much for the energy of this idea. It's still one of my favorite tattoos, and that deflation is part of the sweetness of the memory. I used to stay out late with this crew and sleep on the bus ride home (we lived on opposite ends of the line - what's a little inconvenience to a memorable night?). Every year we'd meet up less and less, until we split off into our own little units and moved to different cities. When I do see them, we have the groundwork of those years, as indelible as the anchor on my forearm.