It wasn't long ago that tattoos were the exclusive province of Popeye and grizzled ex-cons. To sport a tattoo -- the name of a drunken one-night stand, scrawled in a fading blur -- marked the wearer as both low class and weak on impulse control...
By NICK GILLESPIE, New York Post: Books
Sun, 08/16/2009 - 12:41am
It wasn't long ago that tattoos were the exclusive province of Popeye and grizzled ex-cons. To sport a tattoo -- the name of a drunken one-night stand, scrawled in a fading blur -- marked the wearer as both low class and weak on impulse control...