To tat, or not to tat? Maybe I'm just chicken
August 28, 2008
I don't have any tattoos. I came very close a few years ago. I wasn't on some drunken three-day bender. I was completely sober and presumably in my right mind (as right as it gets). It was the fall of 2005, and I had promised my sons that we would all get White Sox tattoos if the Sox won the World Series. What were the odds of that happening, right? The rest is history, but remarkably and predictably, I remain ink-free. Even my sons thought better of it at some point. They blame me for being a wimp. I blame them for not getting drunk enough. I think you have to be drunk to want a tattoo.
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