Someone once asked me why I got tattoos. I told them it was like having an old house that was falling down but you want it to look better. Sometimes all you can do is throw a coat of paint on. I got my first ink when I was young and stupid, I was 50. Here is my latest one:
I like the skull and crossbones with syringes. That shit's fucking badass what the heck were you shooting up though, green kool-aid?
