We’ve all been there, either with pen in hand, or ink on face. It happens in the darkest hours, usually on the couch in some fleabag apartment or dorm room.
For years that seminal moment was lost forever, victim to a bar of soap when the bleary-eyed victim scratched the ink away, black bubbles flowing down the drain in the kitchen sink. But we’ve come a long way, and now those memories can last forever … and exist for all to see.
SharpieDicks is more than a novelty, it is a social movement. It is the essence of expression, when art finds its canvas and the canvas is skin … and the canvas is the skin of a drunk friend.
SharpieDicks Admin
