I just came back from having a cigarette outside my building when this strung out idiot collecting cans, wearing an abercrombie shirt and one those LIVESTRONG! fuckhead bracelts approached me and says in reference to my tattoo:
Livestrong: Tattoos. Oh, man. I've always wanted one, but they hurt. Don't get me wrong, I love needles, just not those kind of needles. Heh, if you know what I mean. (winks at me) Did you know it costs $175 per sq. inch to remove one of those things (tattoos)?
Me: What does your braclet mean?
Livestrong: I dunno what it means. I'm just wearing it because everyone else is wearing one. They're popular right now, y'know? You should get one so you won't feel left out.
I took a violent pull of my cigarette, threw it at the crackhead's feet and stomped it out. I smiled at him sarcastically and wanted to beat the shit outta him. A. Because he was herion junkie and I just have no tolerance for people who use drugs, let alone broadcasting it in such a proud manner and B. Because he was wearing one of those braclets and was a fucking idiot.
Theory proven.