Every Fourth of July we discuss getting new tattoos. Something about all that exposed flesh and copious amounts of alcohol makes covering yourself in ink seem like an even better idea than usual. So what tattoo should I get? Something to maybe commemorate beating cancer. A symbol of new beginnings. A celebration of victory. A talisman to give me strength for future struggles. Or maybe just a symbol of all the shit we’ve been through this year. I think this one qualifies for the latter.