[Windflier]

I ran off a lot of pricks that were my daughter's ages, right up until they were 17. I was pretty harsh about it, in some cases, the tattoo artist in particular.

I will always be grateful to my maternal grandfather for running off all the 'hip' dudes my mother liked so much when she was a teenager. When my dad finally showed up, he got the stamp of approval, and the rest is family history.

My own daughter is 14 now, and I've already told her to expect the same from me. Thankfully, she gets it.

[JRandomFreeper]

That's why God gave us rocking chairs, front porches, shotguns, shovels leaned against the wall, twitches, and a cleaning kit. Gotta love the smell of Hoppes.

Best time I ever had with the tattoo/hardware guy was when I met him at the 4th of July party at my house. He shook my hand and asked how I was. I held onto his hand way too long, looked him in the eye, and said "About half-lit and carrying a weapon".

He washed dishes for the party after the dinner. And I never saw him again.

/johnny