My Right Arm

The hardest part of erasing these mistakes, was to first identify them as mistakes. Whew!

Now that the hard part is complete, the next step is to take action... and pictures.

I've taken a picture of what I consider to be my "least favorite" of all my least favorite tattoos. Not that putting thought into a tattoo makes it a better tattoo, or a smarter decision, but this specimen is one that I put the least amount of thought into. 

At the time, I just felt like I needed some new ink. That's exactly what I got. I walked into a random tattoo shop on what was then a beautiful strip of Panama City's beaches (and is now home to thousands of ominous and vacant condominiums and their equally empty parking garages) and browsed a massive collection of unique tattoos. They were so unique that someone could come in right after you and get the exact same one.  Awesome.