Saturday, 8 October 2011
Of Tattoos and Things.
I was being served in a local clothes shop (I've lost 45 pounds now - new jeans, 32 inch waist – just saying) and I noticed the young fella – I’m a poor judge of age, but I’d say he was in his late teens - serving me had a tattoo just below his neckline. It was a string of words – and I don’t know about you, but when I see words I have to know what they say.
(See me reading the same cereal box at breakfast every day for YEARS. It's got thiamine and riboflavin)
Me – Excuse my nosiness but what does the tattoo say?
Him – That’s alright – he grins – It says, everybody dies, but not everybody lives.
Me – cool. What prompted you to get that done?
Him – It’s kinda my thing, my mantra – I think it’s important not to just, like, let life happen to you.
How often do you hear that the young of this country are like the lost generation? It was great to meet a living example that proves that it ain’t necessarily so.
What’s your thing/mantra?
Go on, spill. You know you want to.