My mate owns a tattoo place. He did over seventy hours work completely covering my arms and shoulders, including koi carp, a samurai with his son on his back, a cherry blossom tree, clouds, a big stylised owl, a geometric stag, dotwork patterns, wind and clouds, two skulls, chrysthanthemums, wife and childrenās initials, a portait of my old bulldog, a big hand of Fatima, and a Buddha portrait, amongst other things.
Just like my brother-in-ink, DeLonge, I have also been detained by airport security, but in New York, and it turned out it was only because they wanted to call their mates over to look at my tattoos, and not anything to do with sending messages of a sexual nature to a sixteen-year old child, like it was with Creepy.