I have just the one - got it when I was 17 - its on my right upper arm.
Wherewolf on a rock under the moon, howling up to the sky as it stands over its human victim, throat torn out.
Hey - I grew up in the Hutt Valley!
My wife has more tatts (and piercings) than me tho - It gonna cost me a bundle to catch up with her!
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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