It was during my adolescent years that I have gotten myself tattooed by my friend who was an aspiring tattoo aritst. He was inspired by some U.S. magazines with lots of easy tattoo symbols to imitate and practice with. He tattoed himself allover, as long as he can reach it, from his arms down to his legs. And I gave him moral support by being one of the person (victim/s) to be tattooed by him.
At first I was a bit nervous, so we both gulped some beer before the actual tattooing session. No questions about the sanitation of the procedure because he is well prepared. He use medical gloves, rubbing alcohol, and brand new needles for his tattoo machine. He drew first the design on my arms and told me “This tattoo is for life. Are you sure you want this?”
Well, years have passed. We no longer see each other, but I always remember him whenever I the tattoo on my arm. And I can proudly answer him back that until now I have no regrets on having a tattoo that day.
