I met a stranger last night
(we'll call him Bill)
with a tattoo on his arm.
It was too many words
to catch a "complete read" from afar,
so I asked him for a closer look.
He explained (as I took this picture):
"There's this line, from a Modest Mouse song,
'Edit The Sad Parts', that haunts me . . .
SOMETIMES I'M ANGRY THAT I FEEL SO ANGRY . . .
so I decided to have it inked on my arm."
"But then it made no sense, if I didn't include it all."
I'm always amazed at the passion and permanence
of the "story behind each tattoo."
As for me . . .
all I really want to feel is love.
(And not necessarily a tattoo needle.)