The story behind my first tattoo

So I got a tattoo. In April this year, the word I'd written in Sharpie on my wrist for two years was etched into my skin. Became a part of me. It was kind of a spiritual experience. Here, I'll explain. A couple of my friends from CleanPlace, the writer's forum I joined in 2009, did a lot of … Continue reading The story behind my first tattoo