There were 2 things I always wanted to do before I died one of them was to have sex and the other was to have tattoo. I always wanted a tattoo and just had to wait until I reached a consenting age because there was no way my parents would have ever let me get one. To this day they only know about the second tattoo picture below. Done to honour my brother who died before he got the chance to have the tattoo done so I did it for him and therefore carry him around.
The number on my hand was the position in the queue, I was in that day number 5. The silver box on the table among the helmet is my brother's ashes.