to tat or not to tat?

Hey Everyone,

Long time no blog!
So there comes a time in a boy's life were he must become a man, and stop being such a pansy and get a tattoo.
I have been thinking that I want to get a tattoo however there are a couple things that are holding me back.
A: I don't do pain.
B: I don't do needles.
C: I don't do pain.
D: I don't know what to get.

So, driving the bus, you see lots of people, hence lots of different tattoos.  I don't want something trendy, like a bar code on the back of your neck or some chinese letter or word or whatever!  I want something unique, that describes what I like or mean for the rest of my life.  It is permanent you know!
I was thinking of different symbols that describe me.  Maybe the HSR logo, LOL, or maybe something Star Trek?  Not really my style.  I mean I will love those things for the rest of my life, but not really me.  Then I thought, what about a word or a phrase?  Something in english of course since that's what I speak and read.

What would be one word that describes you?  I have been thinking of a word I think would best describe me, how I feel, and how I want to live.
That word is "Free".
 Free to choose who I want to be.  Free to do what I want.  I like when I get stuff for Free.  Free like the wind, I don't like feeling trapped.  Free to come and go as I please.  A Free man!
So I think the word "Free" would be cool written in a nice script.
Now that I figured out what I am going to get, I just got to figure out where!  LMAO

Talk to you all later!
Joe

I smelleth oh thee rotten one

The pungent musky smell of the Hamiltonian has awoken from its winter slumber.  It haunts my nostrils as it invades the interior of the bus.  Every breathe slowly breaks down the peace between my stomach and its contents.  I feel nauseated!   The once chewed and partially digested food has mutated into some evil creature as it claws its way up my esophagus and into my mouth.  The bell rings, and Mr. Stinky gets up.  I open the doors with the last bit of life that is in me.  The wind blows clean fresh air against my face.  I close my eyes and take a deep breath!  I have once again eluded death but for how long can I fight this battle of olfactory sensation?  For how long?