Monthly Archive: February 2019

The Trouble with Holding Our Stupidity Against Us

I recently had a conversation with Max, my tattoo artist, about how he feels his earlier pieces are trash compared to what he puts together now. I told him I feel the same way about my writing. I’ve gotten better technically and ideologically throughout the years; I flatly dismiss quite a few of the pieces I’ve written. The difference is, Max’s thousands of tattoos are scattered throughout the world, under the …