A long time ago I had an old man working for me at a store. He was retired, and just making some extra money. Anyway, he had a lot of old green tattoos on his arms from when he was a kid on the streets. Dice, skulls, daggers, naked women etc.
Hard to explain this but what was kind of funny is that this guy was one of the smartest people I knew, and talked like it while at the same time he constantly amazed some "former" gang-bangers with his street smarts. He was very embarassed by his tattoos now, but at the time about the only way to erase them just left light or white spots in the shape of the tats.
He always told me to make sure I knew what I was doing if I ever got one because it was there for life. Still haven't made up my mind!
