"Mm, not a lot of padding there." Propped up on his side, Albie, lifted his faded black t-shirt enough to show the bottom edge of a birdcage that was etched high on his ribs, a tattoo that wasn't often visible to most people. "That one made my eyes water."
He took the joint and let his shirt fall back into place. "Fuck no. A lot of them are spur of the moment. I never think too hard about them." So far, he didn't regret any of the tattoos either.