Inked

My first tattoo was the end of a long process and a long wait

Photo by Thomas Despeyroux on Unsplash

I can’t remember when I first thought about getting a tattoo. Some time in my teens, most likely, when they were still caught on the cusp between scary and cool.

The scary ones you’d occasionally see about, their frequency often determined by what sort of pub you were drinking in. In my mind, they never looked fresh or…