The Ink Stink

I’m pretty sure that in ten years there will be big money in tattoo removal —in fact, if you can find a company that makes those tattoo erasing lasers, buy stock. I came home to find that Alex had celebrated his twentieth birthday with some new ink. He hoisted up his shirt and showed me his shoulder, and the brand new bloody skull with an eye patch. I said the first thing that came to mind: “Cool.” I caught hell for this later. “Your job,” I was informed, “Is not to tell him that it’s ‘Cool,’ your job is to tell him that it’s stupid.” I started to explain about how he’s expressing himself and he needs to make these decisions, and after all, it’s too late anyway. No dice. “Well,” I went on, “If he’d gotten a picture of Jesus tattooed on his back, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” That, I found, was not the best argument to make on Good Friday. Have a look at after the jump.

Very Old Testament.


7 responses to “The Ink Stink

  1. Obviously your lovely wife doesn’t know what’s cool.

  2. Poor, poor Annie. Hey, at least it’s on his back..and not his neck…or does he already have one there?

  3. Very Colorful!

  4. Does he have gauges or plugs to go with the look?

  5. Not aware of any current piercings. He used to have the lip ring, but ditched that when he started playing rugby —and I’m not about to check to see if he has a Prince Albert…

  6. Hmmm . . . as he is now twenty, I suppose there is no use calling Child Protective Services on you . . . .

  7. Wow…I haven’t heard anybody mention Child Protective Services since that “learning to drive” incident.

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