Same. I can either get the books or tattoos, but not both. I'll start buying the books when I run out of skin.

I understand how you feel. This whole process is infuriating.

(I invite others to take this story further)

Miriam watched the river flow by the rickety railing, and pictured the last time she saw her little boy. His little hand still clutched the loose paint chips as he slipped beneath the water. They found him that morning, four miles away.

*boop*

He reminds me of my Oberon. He's 12, and came to me when my cousin died earlier this year. If he were a movie character, he would be The Dude.