Some interesting stories in this thread. I got my first tattoo(s) when I was 22. I had always been into them since I was about 13 or so but it took me that long due to being a broke kid and I used to have a fear of needles. I was still pretty broke when I decided to get tattooed so I was trying to find someone who would do it cheaply. This was obviously a bad mistake on my part. I know now that good tattoos aren't cheap. I got two shamrocks, one on each arm with the Gaelic words for love and hope. I got it done in a basement by a kid who went to high school with me. When he had to stop in the middle of the tattoo because his mom asked him to do the laundry, that's when it set in that this was probably a bad idea.
When the tattoos healed they pretty much fell off like temporary ones. They looked so pale and terrible. I'm assuming he used some cheap, shitty ink, didn't put it deep enough in my skin or some combination of the two. It was embarrassing walking around with them for a couple of months but I totally deserved it. Saved some cash and got them redone by a real tattooer at a shop(Mark Blanchard, Off the Map, Easthampton, MA). He got all the ink in there well and really made the green pop. I learned my lesson that you get what you pay for and I still like the shamrocks today. Sorry I don't have a pic of just the tattoos but you can see them pretty well in this pic. Also it's weird for me to see this picture because they were my only tattoos in it and I just got my 30th last week.