I guess I'll never understand how putting grafitti on your flesh is in any way cool.
I see grafitti on bathroom stalls, under bridges and on convicts and primitive tribesmen in third world countries and scratch my head at "why?"
Is it a tribe mentality? After all, millions of people now do it and there is nothing at all "special"
about it.
The art work is so predictible too.
Smoking was this way for decades. Everybody was doing it and it was officially declared "cool".
As long as older foks (that would be me) make noises of disapproval it will have its purpose, I assume. But, paying some freakazoid to squirt ink under your skin for money just seems to shout "PLEASE NOTICE ME!!" in such a desperate tone; I shudder at the real source of the need.
I also think of the time I sat in a truck stop on my way through Arizona on my way to California.
A woman came in and sat down on the barstool to order a coke and pack of cigarettes. I could tell she was once quite stunning looking. However, the sun and the cigarettes had eaten her skin into crinkled parchment and her arms looked like giant stool samples with little tatoo images etched in faded ink all over them.
She looked like a spent nickel... all used up and SO NO LONGER anything you could look at without feeling your breakfast surge to the surface.......I wondered why she had given so little thought to the last half of her life. Why do all the damage early on and then live with those ugly consequences???
It just doesn't make sense.