Chris Writing Anything

I’m fifty years old, and, really, I’ve never wanted ink on my body. Yes, unlike many in this day and age, I simply don’t want a tattoo. But, if I wanted one…what would it be?

To say I’ve never thought about a tat, even if I’m sternly against altering my body, at least by artificial means, well, anyways, I’ve whimsically fancied what my tattoo would look like.

When I was younger, I used to play the drums, and I still play air drums daily. Yes, even if I haven’t touched a trap set in years, I definitely still see part of my identity as a drummer.

So, my tat could be related to percussion. Being that I was an energetic banger of the skins, there’s a muppet that comes to mind: Animal! Yes, on my back, on the right shoulder blade, if I were to get a tat, it would resemble Jim Henson’s Animal.

But…I’m fifty, and I haven’t played the drums in over twenty five years. So, if I were to get a tattoo, it’d be a futile cry of age defiance. So, no, even if I’d love Animal, those days are long gone, and I should embrace the present.

Have an Excellent Day!!