So, tattoos. I’ll openly tell you I have none. Twice I almost went through with it to get some extensive art adorning my body that would adorn my body forever. One of these planned visits to mutilate my body for the rest of my life was to get gargoyle wings covering my back. I chickened out because I hate needles and the sessions with those needles sounded like organized torture.
Well, my hat is off to Deebo Samuel. Because he has this:
Boy, I hope he doesn’t play for a team with the No.