All tatted up like Weezy. I’m not, but so what if I was? Does it change who I am? Would my tattoos come to life and force me to commit crimes? Would it be any indication of where I’ve been or where I’m going? If you answered Yes to any of these then I invite you to take a free trip to planet Earth, I think you’ll like it here.
This has been on my mind for a while and I’m finally getting a chance to write about it. I was at a bar a few months ago and this guy came up to the counter. As you probably guessed he was covered with tattoos. He politely asked the bartender for a beer, smiled, paid, and went about his business. I don’t know the man so as I write this he could very well be at home plotting to take over the world. From the little I saw he seemed like a respectable individual. As soon as he walked away the two gossip queens on my right, we’ll call them Dumb and Ignorant, began ranting and raving. You would think they raised him from birth the way they went at him. To make a long story short, Dumb and Ignorant’s conclusion was that the man is a criminal. An ugly criminal based off the only fact they knew about him, he has tattoos. Like I said, I don’t know the man nor am I a member of the Tattoo Pride committee so I didn’t feel the need to defend him. That and I was once told not to argue with stupid people. It didn’t bother me at the time, however, the next morning and still today (months later) it annoys me. Where do people who I’m sure have plenty of their own faults to work on, find the time to judge people? Especially over tattoos, which is ink inserted into a layer of skin. Just like clothes, tattoos don’t make the man.