kirche

Went to a formerly unvisited diner tonight after practice with Dok Moc. Food: sickening. Price: inappropriately high. Service: noticeably sporadic. Positive note: My shirt sleeves were rolled up when I took off my coat. The first thing the waitress asked was "What's that on your arms?"
"They're tattoos."
"Really? Can I touch them?"
"Sure."
"What are they?"
I decided not to explain Ad Reinhardt and abstract art to the diner waitress: "They're tattoos of nothing."
"Oh, so you got them so people like me will ask what they are?"
"Ha! Something like that."