…I was visiting my ex-girlfriend’s brother at his college dorm. He wasn’t him, he looked like a child actor all grown up. We sat in his dorm room, crosslegged on the floor. I think we were baked, but I can’t/don’t remember seeing us smoking any marijuana. I put a cassette tape into a CD player (literally) and told him it was the 13th Floor Elevators, but it wasn’t. We walked out onto a patio. There was a warm rain. I told him he should barbecue out on the patio. He said that he did but had lost the top to the grill. When we walked back inside there was a girl with all these piercings and that haircut where it is long in the front and short in the back: I told her I wanted XY and Z tattooed on my arms. She started tracing these weird symbols. These crooked childlike stars, these black obelisks and this weird “eye in a arcing open teardrop,” that I found inside an Os Mutantes album jacket. The girl rushed through the process. I felt like I had gotten a bad haircut or something.
The last thing I remember I was in a shower with windows, lots of light and the ink from the tattoos was running off me in streams, but the tattoos remained in tact on my skin. Eerie.
The last thing I remember I was in a shower with windows, lots of light and the ink from the tattoos was running off me in streams, but the tattoos remained in tact on my skin. Eerie.
