DON'T GET YOUR FACE TATTOOED
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ffice" /> i saw this man pan handling passers by for small change and crumbs of food the other day as I sat in a ffice:smarttags" />Soho pub, sipping cold beer watching the world go by.
There was no doubt in mind that this man was a tramp.
Just look at the evidence: his shoes were held together with dirt and chewing gum. He smelt like he slept in a abattoir which doubled as a sewage outlet. His clothes were a mis match of rags, tracksuits, cello tape, carrier bags and string.
Bottom line, he was a state.
He also has tattoos all over his face which got me to thinking, what came first, the homelessness/trampy thing or the facial tattoos?
Surely, unless you a Maori or in a tribe on some aanthropological show, then facial tattoo's can not be viewed as a positive thing, and if you have facial tattoo's the chances of earning a living as say a bank employee, a policeman, a judge, a dustman, fuck it any job, is very slight.
Scenario 1:
Did he leave school and fall into bad company? A quick descent and before he knew it he was injecting dirty drugs into his groin, selling his hole for drugs and booze while sleeping in the doorway of the Astoria and waiting for death to say hello. And one night he thought, fuck it, the worlds against me I’m gonna get tattoos all over my face, that will show ‘em. (if so where di this penniless bum get the money from??)
Scenario 2
Was he one of those chaps who liked to be different, liked to stand out from the crowd? Did he get his face tattooed as an act of rebellion? Did he do it to be cool? Different? He has pictures all over his face and it suddenly dawns on him that he can’t get a job. He tries the circus but no dice. He thinks where will inked faces be acceptable? He can’t join a tribe has he doesn’t have the air fare to get to the middle of nowhere and besides he doesn’t like flying. Right so that’s a no-no to the tribe idea.
How about joining a band, tattoos and piercing aren’t frowned upon there positively a must. One problem, a dead man with no limbs has more talent then this chap. So, that’s music out of the window.
He runs out of ideas. No one will employ him because he has pictures and etching and scrawls all over his face. His parent disown him, his friends think he looks foolish. Small children point at him in the street and call him “Cunt face”
He descends quickly and before he knows it he’s injecting dirty drugs into his groin, selling his hole for drugs and booze while sleeping in the doorway of the Astoria and waiting for death to say hello.
I’m sure there are other scenarios but you an figure them out for yourself.
So the moral of this tale is, don’t get tattooed on your face, your only end up looking like a thug or a an idiot, children will call you names, your family will disown you, you will end up on drugs and you will die a pitifull death on the streets and the bin men wil pick up your body and throw it away with the rest of the rubbish.
