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ivalley's avatar

Funny enough, I never got ink except for one drunken night in the barracks; someone did a jailhouse pen ink tattoo on me that thankfully didn't take. If I remember right, the fella used a sewing needle wrapped in thread and soaked with ink from a broken-open Skilcraft USGI pen. I don't even remember WTF it was, and I'm glad it disappeared almost as fast as my hangover.

Since then, I've been tempted, but never did it. This is probably due to lingering memories of my Grandpa and Uncle Bob, who scored a Lady Luck tattoo in some seedy bar in Honolulu before their respective combat deployments. I remember sitting in a very straight-laced evangelical church next to Bob and looking at Lady Luck's boobs, her naked form wrapped for the rest of his life around a bayonet on his forearm. Struck me as odd back then, and I decided to spare my kids that particular experience.

Postscript: Bob is still alive (Korea, 1953), and his tattoo has gone entirely black with advanced age. No more boobs; instead, it looks like a massive melanoma. So, I'm glad I didn't do that.

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Elana Mitchell's avatar

I don't think it's the old farts being covered in them so much as they're expensive and young people have student debts, precarious employment, no hope of secure housing and other cost of living stuff that means getting a tatt is a luxury they literally can't afford.

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