Growing up here in the Inland Empire, there was this kid named Mark who would pretty much do anything you dared him to do. He was crushing soda cans on his forehead in 7th grade and moved on to gnarlier stuff once we got to high school.
I haven't seen Mark in a while, but this shirt kinda looks like him. Except he wasn't made of 100% cotton and didn't have two sick Metal Mulisha logos on his body. Also, you couldn't wear him as a shirt. But other than that, it's like the spitting image of good ol' Mark.