Every so often I go out on a limb and end up remembering exactly why I don't explain my tattoos to randoms.
Me: "Well, what is it to you?"
Random drunk: "A Rose amongst some typical tribal shit."
"Ok, but why is it a rose? Why a red rose? why is it on my right forearm? Why are all the thorns growing towards it while all the vines grow away from it?"
"Because you're a faggot?"
"Yeah nevermind."
Me: "Well, what is it to you?"
Random drunk: "A Rose amongst some typical tribal shit."
"Ok, but why is it a rose? Why a red rose? why is it on my right forearm? Why are all the thorns growing towards it while all the vines grow away from it?"
"Because you're a faggot?"
"Yeah nevermind."
