A star is born . . . at the tattoo parlor

I'm thinking of having a bunch of stars tattooed on the back of my neck. It seems to be all the rage in certain quarters, and I'm nothing if not hip.

When a friend learned of my plans, he suggested that I tattoo a swastika on my forehead instead, but I pointed out to him that I'm not going for the Charles Manson look. My goal is to find something that says "white trash" in a more understated fashion. It's important that such things be done tastefully, after all.