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December 13, 2007

Invisible Ink

What is it about tattoo parlors that they have the best signs?  I'm walking through the Mission and look up to see this most excellent neon sign, a big red arrow with the word TATTOO inside of it, which makes me immediately want to go inside and get inked up. 

And I don't even want a tattoo.

Of course I've thought of it.   Everyone's thought of it, right?  But I would never actually get one.  Don't get me wrong - you go ahead and get your full-on sleeves.  I'm just saying that I could never get one.  I'm simply too indecisive - what on earth what I possibly want tattooed on my body for the rest of my life?   I haven't a clue.   

I feel like I've spent the last twenty years wondering what I'd get, tattoo-wise, ever since I saw that first gloriously appealing sign.    I'd probably be on my death bed when it would hit me:  EXPIRATION DATE - with that day's date.  No - better yet, the next WEEK's date, so they could always say that I went before my time.

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That one made me laugh.

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