And then the internet at Ithaca College kicked me off.
So, I’ve been working/studying/floundering/hustling in the recent weeks. I’ve also huffed a significant amount of paint due to the Not Drugs party that happened this past weekend. However, throughout all of this, I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo. I know that I’ve wanted one for a few years now, but I’ve just failed to find something I’d like to put on me…forever. Like this:

This is LeBron James. On his back, he depicts his destiny; For all-intensive purposes, LBJ is the “chosen one.” He is, arguably, the most dominant player at his position…or any position, for that matter, in the NBA today.
But he won’t always be 24-years-old. He won’t always be dropping between 30-40 points a game. He will get older and start to play poorer basketball, effectively ending is reign as the “chosen one.” And then he’ll just have a massive tattoo on his back that is meaningless.
Yeah, so, not for me.
I’ll post a couple more ideas I’ve seen(and shot down) later on today.
One.









