As many of you know, I’ve never liked tattoos. To me, they are the equivalent of graffiti or painting flames on a car, both of which deface the canvas in question. But I've been watching a lot of NBA playoffs, and have decided to become a rebel, just like everyone else. So I had to figure out what I wanted it to say. Most people I talk to that have “tats” claim that their “ink” has a great deal of personal meaning. So I thought about the things I enjoy in life and found my answer. Here's a close-up for you. Impressive, eh? Of course, now I can’t wear baseball caps the right way anymore, but that’s a small price to pay. And I'm not done yet. I want to be just like Lebron James and have both arms covered in ink. I think I might branch out for my next one. Honeycomb, perhaps, or maybe Smacks. I could go old school with Super Sugar Crisp - they don't call it that anymore, so it would be the equivalent of a vintage jersey. This theme is great and gives me a ton of options; Eggo waffles, Aunt Jemima syrup, English muffins, and of course Dunkin Donuts. Ah, Dunkin Donuts. I think I'll run that one all the way across my back. Stay tuned!