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You would have crossed the street to avoid this guy. He was big and brutal looking, with an evil stare. But there were words peeking out from below his T-shirt collar. His face softened as he pulled down his collar to expose an encouraging Bible passage. A taxi driver in Vienna, a one-armed Afghan refugee, had Blessed running down his neck. My interest in word tattoos inhabits the border between passion and obsession. It finds new subjects at every beach, every bar, every barbershop, every airport, every convenience store, every coffee shop, with every waitress, every refrigerator repairman, every phlebotomist.
The fascination started when I noticed a small poem inked below the heart of a shirtless hiker and asked him about it. Read: The new meaning of tattoos. Soon I was photographing each word, phrase, and sentence I encountered. These tattoos helped me know the random passersby a little bit better and widened my world. The community of strangers living in my phone gallery grew until my daughter, Kaley, suggested I set up an Instagram account to showcase their pictures.
I named it noneofthemareyou, after a song about honoring personal uniqueness that caught my ear in the gym. A woman lounging in a hot tub at a Palm Springs hotel had the single word Revolution running vertically down her spine.
I noticed it while juggling a plate of melon and a freshly blended paloma and approached her from behind. Maybe I creeped her out. But she is the rarest of exceptions.