The Tattoo from Hell
My daughter, the one who has supplied me with more than her fair share of material for my books, finally confessed that she broke our family rule and got a tattoo. She's 17, so she's still without a brain. Wanna know what I did beside blow a gasket? I told her I expect her to pay for its removal by laser. Yep--$700 smackers. The place that dared descrecate her body is paying for 200 of it (because, hey folks, it's against the damn law to tattoo a minor without parental consent, duh. Plus they did it because she slipped them extra dough, not because she had some phony ID.) I'm also having the schmuck who suggest the place and drove her there pay 200 bucks too. What friend encourages a friend to break the law? I know I could just wait and let my daughter reap the consequences of regret later on like 80% of tattoo recipients do, but I want her to learn NOW that breaking rules have consequences. Anyway, I know that when she gets older, that 2 inch dragon'll look like a cross between a big, fat, wrinkled leper and the incredible hulk on a bad hair day. Course, when your tits start sagging so much they look like homing devices for the Earth's core, changes in the tattoo might not have the impact you'd expect.