Regrets...

In those days, a tattoo was still a souvenir—
a keepsake to mark a journey, the love of your life, a heartbreak, a port of call.
The body was like a photo album;
the tattoos themselves didn’t have to be good photographs.
Indeed, they may not have been very artistic or aesthetically pleasing, but they weren’t ugly—
not intentionally.
And the old tattoos were always sentimental;
you didn’t mark yourself for life if you weren’t sentimental.

John Irving