I have a few of them but the one on my chest is the only one that I actually care about.
On 10/27/10 my cousin and my brothers girlfriend were killed in an accident.
My family has 5 males, myself, my brother and 3 cousins. 4 of them all about the same age then me being older. I always looked out for them, helped raise them, taught them how to fight, taught them to live, took them under my wing because we were in the ghetto and I knew they were in for a tough life. We all became each others closest friends over our lifetime, turning to each other for everything.
My cousin, one of the 5 - was killed on his motorcycle while giving my brothers GF a ride. A van made an illegal left turn in front of him and there wasn't anything he could do. He was killed instantly and she was thrown down Ecorse Road and died a short time later.
That night, we decided to get inked but couldn't figure out what to get. My cousin (Engine here on DGN) suggested that we all get a roman numeral 5 over our hearts. So, we went out that night to a tattoo shop. Though it was due to close in 15 minutes, when we told the guy why we were there - he told us that he rode himself and is an officer of a M/C. He said he knew what we were going through, that he had just lost someone himself not all that long ago. So, he turned the sign to "closed" and spent the next 3 hours putting memorial ink on each of us.
After that, my V is the only piece of ink on my body that actually matters to me anymore.