Almost got a tat once.

Walked into Sailor Eddie's parlor in Philly. I must have been 19 or 20. I spent about an hour carefully picking out the one I wanted and thought looked classy-a black rose in full bloom.

the artist asked what name I want in the ribbon. I said none, leave it blank. He replied, "No, I won't do that anymore. The last three people he but that on with a blank ribbon all died or were killed 30 days from getting the tat."

It was a memorial rose.

I thanked him and left remaining tatless as I do to this day.