I have no ink actually, which is actually rather weird knowing how I grew up and all. I was partier who fucked off a lot when I was young. A skater. Surfer. A pot-smoking. Long hair don’t care. Chased girls. Ditched school. I was John Bender from Breakfast Club butSo it would make sense.
But I’m also a decent artist, taking 4 years in high school and became especially good with charcoals, pencils, and scratch boards. Faces were my specialty. It’s been over a decade since I drew anything seriously though, which is kinda a bummer.
I’m a perfectionist when it comes to artwork. If I were to put something on my body, it would haunt me if it were not perfect, so am afraid of that scenario.
Also, if I loved it, I’d do the opposite, and I’d be fully sleeved on both arms probably everywhere else within a year. I have somewhat of an addictive personality at times, in case you couldn’t tell.
So I’ve never opened this can of worms because each scenario seems worse than the current state. I like the way I look, enough at least to be ok with it, so I will be content as I am.
Hope that makes sense.