Tattoo You

I don't have any tattoos.
I may have gotten one, but two things stopped me.
My father got one on each forearm during WWII when he was a drunk sailor.
They were the old, blue kind and they weren't very nice after 50 years. He always wore long sleeved shirts to hide them.
Cynthia Marshall was a beautiful girl I went to high school with. She had a full color peacock tattooed between her lower abdomen and upper thigh. Three children and 30 years later, I suspect that peacock looks more like a dead duck now.
I don't mind them on others, just not on me.