the worst part about having dumb visible tattoos is that people with dumber tattoos seem to think that i am so interested in hearing about theirs.  yesterday as i was walking from work to subway, i hear “HEY LEMME SEE YER TAT!!”  this redneck and his girlfriend demanded to look at my leg, in the middle of the street, as a car was approaching us.  i said “let’s not do this here” and we moved to the subway parking lot.  he told me this story about a smiley face that he used to draw all the time, and that it was “stuck upstairs” (pointing to his head) so he figured he should put it on his body.  he then told me about the tattoo gun that his friend built to do it, and showed me the actual homemade smiley face just above his ankle.

it was the longest 55 seconds of my life.