Painful to me/ Rips right through me
Well, so Depeche Mode was this really great band–they may still be a band, for all I know. And Daddy was eighteen years old. This image right here comes from the cover of their album Violator.
The reason you’ve never heard them is that Daddy doesn’t really listen to them anymore.
Because people change.
That’s right, tattoos don’t change because they’re forever.
Except when you gain weight or get a sunburn or sometimes just because.
This one? Well, Daddy was sixteen. And Daddy thought the Tasmanian Devil was awesome. He kind of emblemized everything Daddy was about as a sixteen-year-old. And so Daddy got him tattooed on himself.
He looks like he’s bursting out of Daddy’s skin because that’s what the Tasmanian Devil does–have you really never seen the Tasmanian Devil on TV?
Only on Animal Planet?
Wow. Just wow. Okay, the Tasmanian Devil rips through everything. He spins and he rips. And also, I think Daddy wanted to show that he was an innate part of Daddy’s persona. Coming forth, as it were.
No, Daddy doesn’t spin and rip through things. Not anymore.
True men don't/ Kill coyotes
This? Well, Daddy was twenty years old. And he loved the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Not more needs to be said about that, probably.
At least, Daddy hopes that's what this means.
Daddy doesn’t actually recall when and how he got this one, so Daddy doesn’t know who Jedidiah is. Maybe–I think I remember this–Daddy wanted the artist to like sign it.
That? That is the name of a empty-souled tramp that should have by all rights been your mother.
No, no. Daddy loves your mommy very much. Very, very much. But daddy’s heart is a thorny place, full of querulousness and second-guesses.
