Ink Anniversary
Four years ago today, a cocksure twenty-two-year-old The Last Angry Man and Never Girl (soon to be Mrs. Sacramento) walked into Ann Arbor's S&C Tattoo, uninked for the last time. A few hours later, my left forearm was sporting a black skull-and-crossbones. Every once in a while I still look down and marvel, "Holy wow, I've got a tattoo! Neat." I love my tattoo. My one regret is that I waited so long past the one-year tattoo/piercing prohibition before I started making regular blood donations. But, I don't have a time machine; so, all I can do is donate every fifty-six days when the ARC calls me. But I disgress.

I love my tattoo.

Comrade Hyperlinkov! In Soviet Russia... (***insert your own procreation joke here***)!