I was at the laundromat last night.. having a few beers, and I had $12 worth of quarters in my pocket when out of nowhere a vending machine selling rub on tattoos jumped out in front of me. It wasn't really my fault. I was minding my own business, and visions of the 1980's were assaulting me from all corners.

So I got a really cool "tat" that looked like a screaming skull, only it was green and was covered with lizard skin.

It doesn't look as good this morning. It looks like it is starting to shed, and the idea doesn't seem as compelling as it once did. But for a few brief hours, I was transported back to that magical time when we were all , "living on a prayer."