I haven’t heard that name in a long time. Back when I was repo’ing cars on the Southside of Chicago, my nickname was Pink/Pinky. That’s a rough time in my life and I don’t have any contact with those people anymore. Till today. An old friend from that era found and sent me a friend request on FB. First thing he sends me?
PINK!
Pink because that’s the hue I was during my first tattoo. My roomate/bff/business partner and I would have tattoo parties at our place every Saturday. Yes, I said tattoo parties. Every Saturday. Drugs. Beer. Wine. Ink. Girls. Stealing cars.
We lived fast. Do I miss it? Nah. Do I miss being called Pink? Kinda.
