The Death of A Cheeseman
"I am not a dime a dozen! I am Willy Lowman, and you are Biff Lowman."
This is old man Lowman and his delusion of grandeur from the play Death of a Salesman by the above pictured Arthur Miller. Willy Lowman couldn't come to terms with the fact that all his years of hard work, flights, meeting, appointments have came to nothing. He thought that by being nice he could get somewhere in life, and that he was teaching his kids the right morals, but it all falls to pieces on him. A tragic story. He should have maybe acknowledged he was wrong and he could no longer have what he loved and to commemorate this maybe with a tattoo? Like this guy...
This is Kyle Divine getting a divine tattoo of cheese. An accident at work left him with a 19 inch section of small intestine removed and this caused him to become lactose intolerant. I think there may have been a bit more damage done than meets the eye. He is a member of band Dusty Rhodes and the Riverband. So as a memorial to him on www.onemanandhischeese.blogspot.com, this is a song by the fitting title of Street Fighter. Say goodbye to the celtic tattoo, goodbye to the tribal tattoo, goodbye to the biker tattoo, because 2010 is going to be the decade of the cheese tattoo...
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