My Tattoo

My neighbor, my roommate's girlfriend and I were talking about tattoos. My neighbor Brooke already has a tattoo and she wants more. My roommates girlfriend doesn't have any, so I don't need to say her name. I actually didn't need to say Brooke's because this is my blog, so it's about me. All about me in fact. I've joked about what tattoos I'd get before, stuff like the Death Star, perhaps Alderaan on my other shoulder getting shot by the super laser. Something like that. I do like Star Wars after all, but enough to get a tattoo? That's a big statement, and not one I'm sure I could back up my whole life. I was telling them, I don't know what tattoo I'd get because there's not anything that I think I'm going to like for ever. The only thing I could think of that I know I'm going to like forever is my dick, but that's already on my body. I don't think I need a picture of it somewhere else on my body. It's like, hey, check this out...I bet you can't guess where the real one is.

But then I got thinking, why not get a tattoo of something that'll be helpful...something that I could use as a reference. Maybe I could get the Bill of Rights tattooed somewhere, so if I get pulled over I could cite it. But there are other things that are more useful I think. Little friendly reminders that could be of use until I'm pretty old. One I think that I could use a lot would be "2 Minute Warning" on my forearm. Why this? Well, how many times have I been close to being done and need to let someone know?! "Alex! Hurry up, we've got to go!" BAM 2 Minute Warning, I'll be there in a minute. Brooke was talking about how tattoos are addictive: if you get one, you always want more. I think if I had the "2 Minute Warning" tattoo it would be most useful in conjunction with my next tattoo: