Know it... hell, I've been appreciating it ever since the various Motown Mavens hit my radio dial.
I'm tatoo free.... this might be one I would consider.
That would be an excellent introduction to tattooing.
I once tattooed “Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die” on the daughter’s arm. Still one of her favorites. A couple months after that she made her first suicide attempt, her first taste of how difficult it can be to actually end a life. For the longest time that tattoo bothered me. I’m at peace with it now, as is she, but for months I wondered how much influence that tattoo had on her decision.
I don’t accept responsibility for someone else’s actions. Sometimes that personal directive is more challenging to stick to.