Here is the crazy true story of why I don’t have any tattoos, when I was in 8th grade (1975) we used to go out in the field at lunch and smoke joints, one day somebody handed me a real pinner joint and I took a big hit and it tasted like mint leaves, I asked is this some kind of new minty weed, the guy said no it’s called angel dust, hmmm, never heard of it, as soon as I stood up to go to art class my whole world turned upside down, it was no weed that’s for sure, it was like a bad dream, not recommended.
Anyway I eventually found my art class, no easy task when under the influence of PCP, and everybody in art class was erasing designs on their skin, like using an eraser to burn something into your skin, so I thought cool I will burn KISS into my arm, one of my favorite bands at the time, unfortunately Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin and Aerosmith were too long to burn into my skin so I went with KISS, I started erasing it on the upside of my arm down by my wrist, I didn’t feel a thing at first, but when I got about halfway done I started coming down off the horrible angel dust and it was hurting bad, but I had to finish otherwise it was going to look stupider than it was going to when finished, so I finished and had KISS burned into my arm, it was about 2×5 inches.
I did the traditional KISS style logo which meant the S’s looked like the nazi SS (like in that Kiss tattoo pic which isn’t me), I didn’t understand this at the time, it was not a skinhead thing by any means, I was just a teenage KISS fan, but 15 minutes later I was too old to like KISS anymore, it was embarrassing, like having a Justin Beiber tattoo today, and when I had long sleeves on all you could see was the nazi looking SS and I was in Palm Springs with lots of Jewish friends, it was a disaster, and it was there for years, I never got another tattoo.
Here are a few of the first tattoo’s my daughter Lauren has done:
