Yeah, he's cute. He looks like the twink/trick that you would take home and, after he leaves, count the silverware.
The black and white shots seem TOTALLY 1950's Bob Mizer.
Though, I've always thought that getting your own name tattooed on your body is absurd. What's the point, in case you get hit in the head and forget who you are?
"A coherent existance after so many years of muddle" - Desiree' Armfelt, A Little Night Music
"Life keeps happening everyday, Say Yes" - 70, Girls, 70
"Life is what you do while you're waiting to die" - Zorba