I have heard that getting a tattoo is an act of defiance.  Like most over generalizations, it’s a dangerous assumption to make.  I’ll admit, that when I got my tattoos, yes, there are two of them, it was an act of defiance. I had just been unceremoniously dumped from a three-year relationship.  I was a mess.  The new girlfriend was 10 years younger, and was moving in the front door as I was being moved out the back door.  At what might be regarded the lowest point, I snuck back to the house one night at midnight to go through the garbage cans in the alley looking for credit card…