My first tattoo was a tribute piece to a friend of mine that passed away in '08. It was designed and drawn by me. It has his name, birth date and death date, and a dove holding an azalea, on a brick wall with graffiti on it. It is on the back of my lower left leg. The brick wall symbolizes me overcoming my loss of his life, and the graffiti is actually an exact copy of some that he did while he was alive. The dove was because they released doves at his funeral [and all the connotation they hold], and the azalea was because he lived on Azalea Street, where we used to spend most of our time together.

A dead, zombified Azalea flower in my right underarm.