All around me, my whole life, friends and family have been inked and pierced. Many times, I have considered a tatoo, but I have always been cognizant of the permanent-ness of such things, and that what I like at the moment, I may hate years from now. I've often said that I should just go get a tiny black dot (like a mole) somewhere on my body so that when people ask, I could say I
do have a tatoo.
After all these years, my friends all have tatoos, my wife has several tatoos, all my coworkers have them. Then, one day it hit me! Now,
I'm unique! Fifty years old, and I'm ink and piercing free! Yea, that's how
I roll!