My previous assertion that white ink counts as a color because white light indicates the presence of all colors was not well received by social media. I admit it’s a reach, but sometimes it just feels good to lie to yourself. Well my pedantry doesn’t matter anymore. On my 148th appointment with Horizakura, he spent two hours coloring in the cherry blossoms on my left leg. If you had told me back in 2015 that it would only take 248 hours and 45 minutes spread out over nine years for us to start getting this tattoo colored it… well honestly I probably would have had a nervous breakdown. That doesn’t matter though because it is finally happening. I feel like I went on Oprah and the secret gift under the seats was sick tats. Please see sample image below:

Naturally, I’m a real cool tattoo guy and cool tattoo guy code dictates that I push all expressive emotions deep down into my guts. As such, outwardly I resemble the sunglasses emoji.

In the photos below, you can see that Horizakura colored in the red and yellow of a bunch of the cherry blossoms on my left leg. I had suspected that this sort of Paint by Numbers approach might be used for efficiency. What I’m not sure of is if the next appointment will continue with the red and yellow or if he will go back over these same flowers to add in the green. I can tell you with 100% certainty that I don’t care what he does because I’m just so damn happy to have reached this point. Even just these few cherry blossoms feel like an incredible reward for the patience that has been required of me for so long. I am invigorated.