I've wanted a tattoo ever since I was old enough to get really drunk and make bad decisions. And, I can't tell you how many times I've come this close to getting Snoopy or some other dumb thing etched permanently into my flesh when I'd had three too many beers. Luckily, if you're visibly hammered, they won't permanently etch things into your flesh. All of this to say, I've thought about it a lot over the years, but couldn't ever come to a conclusion about a tattoo that I wouldn't be embarrassed about when I'm 75 and drooling in the nursing home.
For some reason, this week, I decided that it was time. So I drew this up and last night, got it carved into my arm. I may regret it in a couple of days/weeks/months/years, but for now I feel pretty good about it.
And I've already thought of others that I want to add.