I have exactly one tattoo, located on my left shoulder blade, and therefore rarely visible to myself or others except in the summer. Most of the time I forget it’s back there at all. For years, one tattoo has struck me as quite enough and plus, once you go back for more, in my observation, it’s hard to stop. And I had a tough enough time kicking cigarettes. Which is why I’m mildly alarmed that over the course of the past year, I keep really wanting to—and then having to talk myself out of—getting another. Right now I’m into the idea of a kind of Peter Max-style cluster of stars. Possibly this Rogues Gallery T-shirt—which isn’t precisely the vision, but just maybe close enough—will scratch the itch. One can only hope.