I've always admired a great tattoo from a talented artist. When I got out of college, I went against mom's judgement and got myself a couple tattoos. Sure, I hid them until I got married. Sure, that was a good long 5 years of hiding them? Long sleeved shirt in the pool? Sure! Jacket in 90˚ weather? No problem. But regrets? Naw. Never.
I still get a frown from her every now and again, but she still loves me, tattoos and all.
So what's my bad habit? Spending all my money collecting art. Even if it's the permanent kind.
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