In the old days if someone went into the service and off to war it was assumed that they would come home with a tattoo.
That is, if they came home at all.
They would get their branch of service and where they fought and maybe something saying "Mother". Traditional stuff.
A few years ago I had a dorm worker who had the word "Death" tattooed across the front of his throat. Young kid, early twenties. Not a bada**. He got in trouble alot for his mouth but nothing serious.
I saw that tat and said "Oh yeah, I'll bet your mother is proud of you!" He just shrugged and walked away.
Whatever. He's not my kid.
Tonight out on the rec yard while they were standing in the snow they were talking about their tats and what they wanted to get. One guy said "Yeah, I want to get either 'Murderer' or maybe 'Psycho Killer' on my chest."
I looked out to see who was doing the talking. Yeah........ He's in for drugs and burglary. He's a killer, all right.
If I ever had a kid that went to prison the last thing they would see before they left was my biggest skinning knife and a soldering iron. I'd say "You cover yourself with stupid tattoos in there, I'm going to remove them when you get back out."
And if I ever own a business and some twit with "Death" tattooed across his neck comes in looking for a job I'll make him hit the road so hard he skids ten feet down the sidewalk.
What the snap are they thinking?
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