The Jason Salas Experience

I've toyed with the notion of getting body art on a couple of occasions. Of course, I never engaged the temptation for a tattoo, but it's nice to look back on what might have adorned my flesh:

• 11111001000 (the binary equivalent of "1992", the year I graduated high school)
• My 1976 Gibson Flying V
• A volleyball with "PIVA #4" across the middle
  
• A serial bar code for Corn Pops on the back of my neck
• A glass of milk
  
• A trebel clef with an e-minor chord on my right shoulder in fancy gothic font
  

None are that impressive with today's Bruce Lee/nude Valkyrie straddling a dragon/dice/last name or neighborhood/Scarface culture, but each tells a pretty abstract, deep and humorous story about my personality...just the way I like it.