I met a guy one time that had owned a pretty cherished, for him, bass guitar. A friend accidentally dropped it and broke an ear off the head stock.
The guitar, having fallen out of favor because of the damage, no longer caused a sparkle in his eye so he decided to trade it. He determined that it would be best to trade it for a tattoo kit so that’s the route that he chose.
Very shortly after acquiring his new loot he began, without then benefit of practice on others, to tattoo himself. Now, I’m famously known within my home for uttering the phrase “I can build that”. Self tattooing would be a definite NO from my lips.
It would be pretty wonderful to report that the fella was a natural and had finally found his calling in life, but, alas, his artwork made prison tattoos look like the work of Rembrandt or a very sober Picasso.
