When I turned 18, I already knew I wanted tattoos. Back then, in 2006, it was still rare to have them, and felt like an easy way to subvert the dry, stiff, Cape Cod conservatism that I was brought up in. I somewhat regret getting so many of them now, they dilute the clarity of detail in the muscle mass that I didn’t have yet when I got most of them, but there’s no sense in feeling remorse about permanent ink on the skin.
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