Sometimes you don't know what you'll see when you lift the sheet. Aside from the various random skin explosions and other maladies most of us occasionally suffer from, I get up close and personal with various works of art plastered all over the human body.
The human back has become a billboard for the soul. I've seen countless latin/celtic/asian phrases, mythical creatures such as fairies and dragons, and naked women lying atop crescent moons or swinging in the jungle. Every time I see one, I spend much of the massage wondering what experience, dare, or now hazy evening in
The other day I massaged a kid, mid-twenties, tan bod/bleached tips... typical
Maybe there was a good reason for it. I can understand why someone would choose "no regrets" as a slogan to live by. I myself make a sincere effort to learn from my mistakes, move on and put the past behind me. But how ironic to get a personal mantra tattooed on your back? Couldn’t serve as much of a reminder...
And then what happens when he turns 40, the love handles are in full swing, and due to gravity, those carefully etched letters are looking more and more like an Exxon Valdez oil slick? If that surfer body gets beached, not only can he never regret getting the tattoo, but he's not allowed to regret it. To laser it off would even assume some level of shame. But at least he won't have to look at it!
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not against tattoos, if they don’t suck. I've even tried a couple times to talk Marc into getting a matching one with me. Definitely nothing lame, it would have to be totally sweet. Like Jon Stewart. Or a Liger.