All this talk of tattoos and Jerry's "Scartoos" reminded me of an incident which happened in 1994. I was just home after open heart surgery. I was sitting in the den in the recliner with my pajama top open, with a big, scabby,oozing, red slash vertically down my chest, and three big round wounds in my upper stomach where the drain tubes had been. I was foundling my Steel Heart II which had recently arrived.
My 18 year old son, his best buddy, and a new kid in the neighborhood walked through. The new kid was eyeing my ugly scars and the Steel Heart as he passed through, and I said, "you should have seen the loser!" My son's buddy picked right up and said, "Yeah, it was a real mess."
Funny, the kid never came back to our house. Antisocial, I guess?