Tattoos- love em or hate em
I am not a huge fan of tattoos. I am a fan of other people's tattoos- I know Andrew has a bunch of cool ones and my buddy Ryan has loads of awesome work done all over him… but that's their thing. Tattoos are not my thing. Maybe it's the whole fear of needles thing I have. I wanted one once. I was going to get something girly once in High school but I vouched out of it last minute. My reason for bailing was because I was sure I would have regretted it later on in my life. I have also seen enough tattoos weathered by child-birth and weight gain and they lack that coolness factor when you turn into a middle-aged turd (unless you keep it real to the day you die). If you want to get one, sure- get one. Get 10. Get 20 though you should check and get a twinrix shot- hey one more needle isn't going to mean squat. Just follow my moms advice which is "You can do whatever it is you want as long as you play safe." I have made a "SAFTEY LIST" that you can use when you are deciding on getting inked. Get a tattoo that means something- like a lost loved one's name, a family crest or your kids names. That is cool. Showing the world how dedicated you are to your love is awesome and gets more points than the words "I'm AWESOME" across your back. If you're not going to go full out sleeves or body, choose a spot you wouldn't mind showing to other people yet tasteful enough so you can hide it from your mom- unless you get a classy MOM tat on your wrist.
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