Max is…

I spent two hours watching streaming video of the Weather Channel this afternoon with the expectation that Waikiki would be wiped off the face of the earth by a tsunami. Only to end up watching two hours of security camera footage of a placid ocean. There are few more boring ways to spend two hours.
My brother apparently thought so too. I called him this morning and asked what he was doing to prepare for the state of emergency. His response was, “Well I just went to the store and bought a twelve of Natty.” No food, no batteries, flashlights or water. Just Natty. Never have I been so proud of my sibling.
Of course even Natty can’t make sitting on a balcony staring at a placid ocean exciting. Nice, relaxing, pleasant, but not exciting. So what did the kid do? He got a tattoo.
For his birthday (happening tomorrow) Max’s girlfriend got him a tattoo, fulfilling a long held dream of the kid’s. Now up till this week I had assumed it was going to be a variation on a Bears tattoo, cause that’s what he’s discussed for years.
But no. The kid decided to go big. He decided when it comes to permanent body art the more ridiculous the better. So, the kid got, in a large 5×5 inch section of his back, the above image of Max (from Where the Wild Things Are) walking the dog Max (from How the Grinch Stole Christmas).
On one level this makes sense. After all those are the inspirations for his name. But on the other hand, THAT’S AN INSANE TATTOO! And I don’t mean it’s insane cause his legal name isn’t actually Max. I mean HE HAS A TATTOO OF MAX WALKING MAX ON HIS BACK! The level of ridiculousness might be unmatchable. For years despite his dogmatic allegiance to mismatched socks, his dreadlock phase, his constant tie-dye he has always been considered the sane one. But now, oooh now, it doesn’t matter how many bizarre places I go or how many fried bugs I ate, the title for most ridiculous offspring will be his.
I had a good run, but now I am happy to pass the title onto Max. Congratulations, you’ve earned it.
Ah, this is so unexpected… I mean there are so many people who helped get me here, I don’t even know where to start.
… Apart from the immediate family, I think the person most responsible for me being me would be… BARB!
Thanks Barb! This tattoo is for you.