When I was a kid, tattoos were a mark of rebellion.
You had to be courageous to get one, because they would mark you as different. They marked you as dangerous. Unpredictable. You were Marlon Brando in The Wild One.
Now everyone and their uncle has one. Tattoos are now as rebellious as a Rotary Club membership.
That is bad.
Because now I am 40 and I want to rebel. And I have no way to show it.
The conformist masses have robbed me of my renegade symbols.
So I am going to start something new.
Something as dangerous and rebellious and outside the societal norm as tattoos once were.
I’m going to start facing the back wall of elevators.
I will miss my floor at times.
I will be stared at by the squares.
But fuck them.
I’m Marlon Brando.