Did you every wake up with a headache and some new body art (like a Hillary for President tat)? Me neither . . . honest. I was just wondering about you. This isn’t about me, is it?
As I look around at my friends and neighbors and every Tom, Dick & Harry, I’m seeing an investment opportunity that in a few short years will fund my new retirement and allow Jim and I to buy that new Toy Hauler we’ve been dreaming of. I’m going to develop a tattoo removal system that is painless, effective, and very expensive. The way I see it, there will be a lot of future parents and folks going through that mid-life change—you know, the one that makes “life in the slow lane” seem like a good thing—who will pay a lot to erase some body art.
“It seemed so awesome at the time,” they’ll say. “I didn’t know I was going to get older, have kids, get divorced, have a career, and stuff.” I guess we all think we’ll be the first to avoid aging and a responsible lifestyle.
The other day, Jim and I were having Steak over at Golden Corral when in comes a young couple, both dressed in nothing but black leather. Coincidentally, they both had hair dyed a shade of black that just doesn’t occur in nature. They each had so many piercings; I had to peek after they took a swig of tea just to see if their faces leaked!
Their skin was ghost-white—a nice contrast to all that black—except for lots of very colorful body art. You’ve got to know that the young man with “Barb” engraved within a heart on his face, is going to someday marry a Susan or a Mary . . . KACHIN MONEY IN MY POCKET! . . . a down payment on our new Rig!
And Barb, with the snake tattoo running from her right shoulder, up her neck, above her upper lip and onto her left cheek, will someday be a soccer mom and president of the PTA . . . KACHING! KACHING!
I’m guessing that Jeff, who is cart boy at Wally World, will someday be Reverend Jeff McDonald, and regret the “See You in Hell” tattoo with flames emblazoned on the back of his right hand . . . KACHING Reverend, and God bless you.
Laura, the lovely, young girl who serves us our double hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and nuts (I’m sorry, but I’m weak.) over at Braum's Ice Cream, will someday tire of explaining the bright, green image of a seven pointed leaf adorning the area just below the front of her neck to her 2nd grade students at Springfield Elementary. “Little Johnny, it’s like I told Jennie last week; it’s an oregano leaf . . . I don’t know why I laugh of the thought of when she will tells her class” . . . Money, Money, Money, Money!
Ed, the ex-Marine who sells Jim his Budweiser down at Wally World, will be in to see me. His girlfriend, Mary, will tell him that she won’t marry him until he has that naked girl removed from his arm . . . show me the money, Ed!
I think I’m onto something big. I might even start looking at yachts or a little winter place in Barbados and maybe even a BMW convertible for me.
All I need is a name for my new enterprise—Tats-Be-Gone? No Regrets? The Eraser?
Gotta a lot to plan... Happy April Fools Day & See ya tomorrow!
Nana
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