I know, I know, I haven't updated this little thing in forever. But better late than never, right? So yesterday was my 18th birthday, even though it didn't feel like it, it was. Of course, being the legal age you're allowed to do a lot, for instance get a tattoo; which is exactly what I did. Even since I was about 11 or 12, I've been madly in love with the band Rancid. So what did I do yesterday? Spent my whole day in a tattoo shop getting RANCID across my back. A lot of my friends ask "do you regret it?" Fuck no. But if I knew the pain was that bad, I don't know if I would go back in time and get it done there. I am still sore as fuck and cannot do much with my arms, let alone sleep.
This tattoo will always be on my back, but there are no regrets. Until the day I am a little old lady in the nursing home, Rancid will be on my back. And there is a reason for the placement, may I add. When I was a lot younger, I went through a lot of shit. Let's call it, my "darker days." I was miserable, but there was always one thing that got my through and had my back...and it was Rancid. Whenever I am upset, I turn on Rancid. There is something about them that protects me and makes me feel safe. I really don't know what it is, from the moment I saw Fall Back Down on TV back in '03, I knew I was in love. I didn't realize how special they were to me back then, nor did I think I'd get them tattooed on my back when I turn 18, but I did.
I used to walk around town at 1 in the morning, meeting up with my best friend, catching the next bus. I would get scared, I dunno of what, but I would turn on Rancid and feel safe. They've helped me out through all my bad times, no matter what it was. Family problems, having my heart broken, just feeling like shit in general, their music was always there for me to help me. I could never begin to thank them enough.
All the times I've seen them play live, it's like magic. It's something that I can't describe. I remember seeing them for the first time and my smile could not leave my face. Then a few nights later in the city, breaking my fucking nose. Shit, I can't even name all the shit. So this blog is dedicated to Rancid, just like my back will be, forever. Thank you, Rancid...I know I won't regret you, ever.
