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I found out that my mother was from East Orange, New Jersey, which I think is kind of funny. I don’t know why I think it’s funny. You never think of anybody being from East Orange, New Jersey. My guess is she got pregnant at the end of the war by somebody who… is not on the birth certificate, which was the way in those days.
Tattoos are art. Someone drew them and I paid to hang their work in the gallery that is my body. Would you bum rush the Mona Lisa and start smearing your dirty hands all over it? Do you need to touch every bump on a Van Gogh to appreciate what it looks like? Not if you’re not Mr. Magoo, you don’t.
I was in my car and on my way to buy an Airport Express when my lung collapsed. I decided to go ahead with the purchase, partially because I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, and partially because I had driven 45 minutes in traffic to get to the computer store.