I had a wish list, but I didn't make it. It is unimportant. I will continue to work on it in every way. Jump out of a plane, watch Friends nonstop, and binge on it. And have sex with the charming guy who owns the tattoo parlour on Main and Fifth. He and I don't know each other. But this dishonest promise will come true. Max Savage, a muscular man with tattoos all over his body, is fortunately an easy target for me. The issue is that, after spending the night together, I am unable to erase his name in the same way that I did "Jump from a plane." I'm still dealing with Max. That I'm on a personal quest is irrelevant to him.