Ja Rule Pain Is Love Tattoo [UPDATED]

In the fluorescent buzz of the twenty-four-hour laundromat, Marcus’s sleeve rode up his forearm as he reached for a loose quarter. There, faded to a bruised blue-green, were the words: Pain is Love .

“I don’t get it removed because my wife wants me to,” he said, zipping his duffel bag. “I keep it to remember that I used to be wrong. That I thought love had to hurt to count. That I thought suffering was the same as caring.” ja rule pain is love tattoo

It was the ink that gave him away.