The Ink That Wasn't

I have several friends who have tattoos, but it's something I've just never done.

But, at one distant point circa 1987, some friends in college and I fleetingly hatched a half-baked plan to go get tattoos (beer might have been involved in this decision). I decided I would craft my own design. 

In exhuming stuff from my front hall closet today, I came across the illustration I'd painstakingly replicated from two Killing Joke album covers. As it happened, the mission never came to fruition — which is just as well, really — but this was fleetingly intended to go on my pipe-cleaner like upper arm somewhere.