"You know, I've got a tattoo, as well," my older friend says, leaning back on the couch with a wistful expression on his face. "I've had it for almost fifty years, and I can't even see it."
"Got it in southern California, back in the Sixties, when people were doing all sorts of things to themselves," he continues, his eyes all far away, then he leans in with a mischievous grin.
"It's a bird flying out of my asshole," he whispers conspiratorially.
One year ago today: Seriously?
Two years ago today: A Friendly World that Speaks
Three years ago today: Cultural Confusion
Six years ago today: 11/14/10 She's had a Cold
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