Here's my wonderful tattoo.  You gotta hear the story behind it.  Back when my mom still lived in Brecksville - her, my sister, my step-dad and I all decided we wanted tattoos.  My step-dad Dave (picture soon to come) knew a guy who did this kind of thing out of his house.  It might sound scary, but it was a clean and kewl operation.  We made sure to check everything out.  :)

Anyway, one day I went to my mom's and there was a huge stack of tattoo magazines on the counter.  I pulled one out of the middle.  I yanked that sucker right outta there and I swear there was at least 30 magazines in that stack.  I started flipping pages and stumbled upon the drama masks, happiness and sadness, the two true emotions of life.  It clicked!  That little voice inside my head said "THERE'S THE TATTOO YOU WANT STUPID!"  I happily marked the page and then proceeded to show my sister the fruit of my laborious thought, when she remarked "That's what I'm getting!"

Now can you believe this?  Out of all the magazines and the thousands of pictures within them, my sister and I picked the same tattoo?!  Weird stuff man.

PS. - Oh yeah, I got fried to a crisp today sitting out by our neighborhood pool, so that's why my arm is so red.