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My tattoos are trashy.
One is the initials of some random poor dude that had the misfortune of dying in my arms.
The other came 17 years later, and was a chance to honor an old friend of mine by letting him have free reign on what he put on my skin.
I hope that having pictures forever on me helps me remember who those people were forever as well.
I will say that now, having the second one, #3, #4 and maybe #5 will probably come much faster, and will probably not mean so much to me. I'm enjoying living a life now where I *can* have tattoos. I also enjoy pissing off boring old fat white fuddy duddies.
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Mike Bradshaw
1980 911SC sunroof coupe, silver/black
Putting the sick back into sycophant!
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