Why the Fascination with Poorly Designed Tattoos and Tattoo Removal?
Just recently, I began to question my obsessive interest with tattoos and tattoo removal. Naturally, an education and background in skin care working for a plastic surgeon would have something to do with it. And then of course discussing tattoo removal options with patients and assisting with laser tattoo removal treatments would further explain my behavior. Yet, even considering the obvious, I still find my behavior to be odd. So, why do I have this fascination with judging the quality of tattoos? And why do I find great satisfaction helping people wipe their slate clean of bad ink? And then it hit me harder than a ton of bricks, still inside the bucket loader; it was the Devil. How could I forget the about the little red devil? Now, I recall what happened just like it was occurring again. I was six, and my parents decided to divorce. I live with my mother and visited my father one weekend a month.
I hadn’t seen my father for a few weeks, when he pulled into the driveway to pick me up for our visit. I remember being glad and surprised to see him. As a newly single man, transformed into an unleashed dating stud had made a few changes to his hair and clothes. I wasn’t sure if the puffy curly hair and shirt with large bell collar looked good or desperate. Then before I could finish saying hello it he pushed up his sleeve and flexed his meek “left gun” (I was a kid and that’s what he called it) to flash his latest self-enhancement project – a new tattoo.
Now, I am not saying I was an intellectually advanced child but I will say for a six year old I was in tune and wise. I remember looking up at my father (the adult) bewildered as to why he was acting like a goofy kid, but even more bemused why of all things did he get a permanent cartoon of a red pot-bellied devil tattooed on his arm. Being a child and inquisitive, I was sure the words etched beneath his tattoo meant something, just something I didn’t understand so asked “What does ‘Hot Stuf’ mean?” Caught of guard, his satisfied grin turned to a trembling grimace and turned three shades of red darker then his little devil as he realized his tattoo said, “ It says Hot Stu…” The word “STUFF” was missing an “F”. My face grew instantly pale as I determined my father definitely he looked desperate and not good. The new dating machine had been sporting a tattoo with a typo. And even sadder (if there could be such a thing) he had been proudly showboating it for a weeks before I had the chance to point out the spelling error. Four painful hours, two appointments, and a half a jar of Bag Balm later, the tattoo artist was able to reworkthe design squeezing in the missing letter F, making the devil’s potbelly like a case of Gout instead. Even with correct spelling my father’s tattoo would never be more than what it was, a bad tattoo and a badge of regret.
Reliving this vivid event of my past, uncovered the origin of my tattoo fascination. I am more passionate and determined then ever to help individuals like my father, good people with terribly bad taste in tattoos remedy their mistakes by introducing them to safe and effective tattoo removal methods.
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