Read’em and Weep!
Lots of us have tattoos that we regret. Pieces that just didn’t come out right. Trusting the wrong artist to interpret your vison. A drunken mistake. An ex by or girlfriend’s name. This list of regrets is endless. However, one of the worst is a misspelling. It just screams I am really stupid — for you and your artist. Although, I have to admit, I even have one that if you look at it from certain angles, the birthdate of my son is off by 20 years. I keep telling myself I am going to get it reworked, but as of yet, my 18-year-old son is 38 according to my left inner bicep.
So, I may appear in the next video! You never no. (I did that on purpose.)