Speaking of tattoos always reminds me of the old rock song. "Sometimes you can't hear them, Sometimes you can Is that a woman or a man? It always seems you're outnumbered, You don't dare make a stand"
Or something to that effect.
I always think, It's a personal choice. The sap writing the song can go through life with a chip on his shoulder, wallowing in his self pity. Or he can get a hair cut and join productive society.
Tis analogous to some tattooed folks.
People who choose to brew up their own storms bitch loudest about the rain.
