My neighbors son lives in Korea and visits his family each Summer. He is a banker or motor-cycle gang member or something like that.
Last year he appeared at a barbecue that my ever-gregarious wife invited him to and proceeded to strip off his shirt, it was quite chilly at the time so I wondered why he was doing this and for a moment thought that he was unable to handle the imported beer that he was quaffing and was making a play for another of our guests. He claimed to be warm but it soon became obvious why he had unclothed himself with such glee. A huge Phoenix rising from the ashes of his belly-button was tatooed on his chest. He asked me what I thought of it and I replied that as long as it did not try to drink my Scotch it could stay.
This chap is very tall, but a little overweight and very hairless, so it became an interesting study in human locomotion watching the Phoenix rise and fall every time he took a breathe. I became so fascinated my wife began to worry about my sexuality. Eventually, thank the Lord it began to rain and we all retired indoors at which point I insisted he clothe himself before he sat on my 300 year old armchair.
Anyway, he arrived again this year for his summer vacation and I saw him picking up the mail this morning, without his shirt of course. I was shocked to see that the Phoenix, in concert with his now ample left breast, was drooping heavily as if it were asleep. In fact it looked rather pale and ill, no longer proudly rising from the ashes but diving nervously for cover.
The moral of the story? Well, if you have to have a tattoo, be prepared for a changing and ageing body when you choose a design. Or keep your shirt on.
HS
lmao!!! That comment alone made this entire thread worth reading, HS you have such a way with words!