'Yeah, I got this…' I thought, as I crossed the threshold of the tattoo parlor fifteen minutes early for my appointment. I was nearly forty. The BIG 4-0 and here I was doing something that most people do as rebellious teenagers. I was getting inked. As I sat down across the table from Tom, a guy who was probably young enough to be my son (well, if I had had a child in high school) with my sketches held firmly in hand, I looked into his hardened blue eyes, his face, seemingl