This guy was on the most wanted list. I wonder how they found him?
Um, anyway. Seems like 10 or so years ago, tats started creeping from what could be hidden by a long-sleeve high-collared shirt into the public space of neck, face, skull and hands. Then there are all those people with bolts-through-the-nose and big hollow spools in the ears.
By all means, find your tribe.
But that doesn't make a person hard-core. I'm still waiting to see one of these modern primitives who actually fits the bill of hard-core.
I'll believe they're hard-core when they have a hemorrhoid pierced. Until then: shut up and sit down.