All,
It's so great hearing from you all again. I was lonely for the list. Now
that I don't have a desk job, goal number one is to actually make it to a
JoniFest somewhere.
Happy Ash Wednesday everyone. Anybody giving up anything good for Lent? I
have decided to give up anger, worry, desolation, panic and insecurity for
Lent. I'll save the smoking, drinking, gluttony and other vices for next
year!
Wally,
I think you might be joking about Mueller's "Welcome to Puerto Vallarta"
tattoo. But, with this list, I can't be too sure.
By the way, even though I started the thread, I don't have a tattoo because I
haven't found one I could live with all my life. People change but tattoos
don't. It would be just my luck to get one of those lovely Celtic knots, only
to wake up the next day and find I've suddenly turned from being Irish to
Hispanic or Polynesian or something, and the tattoo wouldn't be appropriate
any more. I've always been the one to buy the last available Sony Betamax,
the very last Jeep Comanche in production, and the modern 486 computer the day
before Pentiums were introduced. It would probably apply to my buying a
tattoo, too. (Anybody want to buy a brand new 8-track car stereo system still
in the box?)
As my hairline recedes, I may have strawberry blond hair patterns tattooed
over the bald spots, though. At least I'll look younger on stage.
I have a young biker thug friend who has about 40 tattoos -- mostly jungle
animals in the back and skulls in the front. His back looks like a center
page spread from National Geographic. He likes to take off his shirt and show
them off, naturally. I find them fascinating, and I swear the gorilla winks
at me from time to time. He has nothing but skulls on his chest and arms
because one of his favorite hobbies is beating people up outside bars, and he
uses the tattoos to shake them up emotionally while he's punching them about
the face and head. (And everyone thinks tattoos are just decorative!)
Michael,
Sorry I didn't make it to Mardi Gras, although I could probably say I was
there and you wouldn't remember anyway -- I hear that happens in New Orleans
this time of year. I hope by now your head has stopped spinning and you no
longer see green, purple and yellow breasts every time you close your eyes.
Regards,
Harper Lou
