Saturday, May 07, 2005
Tonight I noticed a tattoo on J's Grandpa's arm. When he was in the Army, he went with his friend down to Main St (here in Evansville) as a form of moral support while the other man got a tattoo. For 50 cents, a man offered to put his name on his arm. Always a man with an eye for a bargain, Grandpa reluctantly agreed. But the man left out the 'H' in Chuck so he got Cuck Dartt for 50 cents. The funniest part are the roses the man put on the C and K as an effort to fix his mistake. I wonder if you look at your arm every day and think about the lapse in judgement or just kind of shrug it off as part of being young and up for getting anything you can for a bargain.