I can remember seeing The Apprentice back in like 1991 or 1992 at the Village Cinema Art theatre, and laughing so hard and so long that i though i might die from lack of oxygen.
And now, i can look at the big goofy Sun from it anytime i want, as long as i can still see and have this right arm.
The wonderful Ms. Mess also added to my right arm a sage in a hammock on the beautiful chinese-brush-painting tree she had tattooed back in June. (The hammock is tied to the tree.)
