Funny story about this drawing. At the time I was attending New York Military Academy. I had originally drawn a similar graphic on my forearm during class as a wanna-be tattoo. The teacher sent me to the infirmary to get it washed off under pretense that I could get ink poisoning. So the next day I recreated it as best as I could, from memory, on a piece of paper. In the next week, there was a girl who was depressed because she missed her boyfriend and I offered to draw his initials as a make-believe tattoo on her shoulder. That was the week that I was a “tattoo artist”.