Joshua Garden from Grafton Primary designed my head tattoo. It’s two infinities that touch to form two hearts. To me the symbol means ‘infinite love’ – yup, what a tough tatt to have on your head – but I hesitated because it looks similar to 88, which equals HH, which equals Hail Hitler. Then I realised no one would be dumb enough to mistake me for a neo-Nazi skinhead so I inked my infinite love. It didn’t bring me much love when I went home to Brisbane.

Mum Pham slapped my face in a rage. Later on, when she could speak again she explained it was the shaved head she hated, not the tattoo. Dad Pham loved that I was expressing myself, though later on he told me ‘infinite love’ cannot exist because the only a vacuum of nothingness can be infinite as soon as you put a quantitative element like love to it, it is no longer infinite. I said the tattoo is forever. He said, you’ll die one day and the tattoo will rot and end with your body. Thanks Dad Pham.