A former co-worker named Justin was complaining about barely making ends meet. He stated I can’t feed my kids with how little they pay me here!
Later, I asked him what he was doing this coming up weekend, he said he was getting a sleeve. A sleeve? What’s that? Oh. A tattoo from your wrist to your shoulder. Well, how much is that? He said only like $3000. Um. I recommended he forgo the tattoo and feed his kids. His reply. “Mark…I simply can’t live without my tat”.