I was the first kid in my class to get a tattoo. It was four months after my eighteenth birthday, but I had wanted one since I was about sixteen. I don't think that the Jesuits at my high school were too thrilled with the idea, but to their credit, I never got into any "trouble" because of it. (Although I did get warned when I died my hair pillar-box red a few months before graduation.) It seems almost silly now but I didn't tell my family about it for almost three years. Well, I didn't "tell" them then either. Christmas morning my mom came in to wake me up and I sat up in bed without a shirt on. "What're those?!?!" "Tattoos." "Are they ~permanent~?!?!" "Yes." That was about the extent of the conversation with my mom. My dad didn't find out about them for a full ten years after I got my first ink. By that time, he had gotten used to my weirdness, and I felt badly that I hadn't shared that part of myself with him earlier. People ask how many I have, and it's a hard question to answer. I've sat for nine sessions, but some of them are starting to join together. I didn't think I would ever get my forearms inked, but then an impulse session blew that. I still don't have any that show if I'm wearing a shirt and tie. It's kind of fun to blend into corporate America. I'm not done yet, but I've got time... thrush right forearm spring 2000 evan @ angelina's rochester, ny dao left arm three sittings click thumb for details     nine-pointed star right ankle summer 1992 erin @ danny's kitchen st. charles, mo world fire left chest spring 1991 brad @ trader bob's st. louis, mo crush racism right arm spring 1992 kevin @ tattoos by kore minneapolis, mn marvin the martian right shoulder fall 1991 kevin @ tattoos by kore minneapolis, mn     flame de lis right forearm fall 2000 mark the shark @ electric ladyland tattoo ii new orleans, la

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