I have tattoos. I've had them for years. I've had kids for a while now, too. And yet I've never thought of getting a tattoo that pays tribute to my two boys -- by name, symbol or otherwise.
I knew that I was going to be tattooed long before I even thought about being a writer. I was listening to "Girls Girls Girls" by Motley Crue with a friend in his room, and on the wall was a poster of the band. They were standing on stage, half naked, and covered in tattoos.
I am 60 years old -- not a 40-is-the-new-60 type but a real, un-airbrushed 60. I start with that because I never thought I would get this old, and because I must prove that I have enough life experience to write about tattoos.