Tattoos

I don’t have any. I don’t want any. I have some scars. My left shin and calf. My right hand, wrist, and forearm. An old piercing on my earlobe. I suspect I’ll have a few more before I’m done. One day I’ll be an old leather belt of a human being on the outside. A cigar box of random junk on the inside. Why would I need a tattoo at that point? If I can’t tell me story with just my skin then my story won’t be worth hearing.

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