Once upon a time, I was young.
I thought all the admonishments, advice, and wisdom of my elders would not apply to my life, and I shook off their words.
I believed but didn’t always live prayerfully.
I thought through things as wisely as I could, often better than most, but youth does have its shortcomings.
I got my first tattoo when I was fifteen. A friend performed the task, in my living room, using a hollowed Bic pen, thread, India ink and a guitar string. I was in a band then (Christian punk), and each member got the same x-eyed smiley face to commemorate our commitment to one another.
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