
"When I was around eighteen, almost nineteen, I was in college for a while in Texas. I got this tattoo when I was about to leave school for good. I knew I wanted to leave, school just wasn’t for me. I had a good shot at working for a company I had always wanted to work for, out of state. It was a great opportunity, but part of me was sad.
I had three good buddies that I hung out with all the time while I was there. We were inseparable. Since I was moving away to the West Coast, I knew I would never see my crew as much I did then, maybe even never again.
They had made a commitment to stay where they were and finish up school; I made a commitment to follow my career path. Though it makes sense now and made sense then, it was still a sad parting.
I had drawn some tattoos already, but I drew this tattoo out slowly and carefully, thinking of my friends and what I was leaving behind.
It means a lot being able to have them there on my arm. Drawing the tattoo myself, made it personal."
