Why not? It's easier than ever to get it removed. So much for ritual and permanence
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/gate/archive/2007/06/22/notes062207.DTL&nl=fixUpper-right pectoral region, just a few inches above the nipple, that's where you'll find it, a true and permanent marker of my glorious dorky semi-rebellious middle-class white suburban rock 'n' roll youth and one of the reasons I have trouble wearing a strapless dress in the summer. Or something.
It's still a bit pink, even after all these years, pinker than the other skin around it and it's about 3 inches high and 1 inch across and I still get asked about it now and then, those bolder folk wondering aloud just what caused such a scar and of course I immediately tell them it was from that nasty turf war back in East L.A. in my gang days, or maybe it was from that time I rescued all those puppies from a burning building, or no, it was from that time in the sweat lodge when that Bolivian shaman marked me as a seer using a branding iron made from the bones of the aliens that built the pyramids.
Or there's the truth: It's the shining remnant of my very first tattoo, obtained at a mere 16 years old, the one I had removed nearly two decades ago but which still stares back at me with a wink and a sigh by way of some nifty scar tissue and despite the presence of the much, much larger piece of professional high-grade neo-tribal inkwork that now covers the upper half of my right arm, a gorgeous, elaborate piece I obtained long after I had gained a bit of tattoo perspective and serious research ability and, you know, actual taste.
Like ecstasy, like your first strap-on, like your first shameful warmonger of a president, you never forget your first tattoo. This was mine: a "flying V" electric guitar, standing vertically, with the words "Rock 'n' Roll" etched just underneath (I know, hot, right?) and I drew the whole damnable myself, badly, thinking the grumpy biker dude who ran the sole tattoo shop in Spokane back then would redraw it with some actual flair and artistic ability. Wrong. ...