Now I am usually the first person who will point out how stupid I think your tattoo is - but as much as I want to hate something this loud, I can’t. It’s perfect.

If you can’t make out what it says, it’s a famous excerpt from Jack Kerouac’s novel On The Road:

…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

Until I find something that means enough to have it permanently displayed on my body, then I’m more than happy making my interests obvious by means of facebook. 

Apologies if you have a really stupid tattoo.