Another tattoo is never going to make me younger, or tougher, or more relevant. It won’t reconnect me ten years from now with some spiritual crossroads in my life. No. At this point I think my body is like an old car. Another dent ain’t going to make a whole lot of difference. At best it’s a reminder that you’re still alive and lucky as hell. Another tattoo, another thing you did, another place you’ve been.