This was the Best Tattoo I’d Ever Seen
For a moment, I believed the universe spoke to me.
My name is Michael. I am at a party with my friend Edgar. He played saxophone for the Broun Fellinis. (sic). I was the manager.
A woman walks by with a tattoo that reads, Michael, it’s time to wake up — she was the messenger from the Big Everything.
What would you think it meant? I know what I thought — it seemed like the universe was speaking to me.
I don’t mean the universe speaking in the way it speaks to us during beautiful dawns, or at the sight of dolphins in the ocean,
I mean speaking as in, “Hey Michael, yes, you. The high one with the dreadlocks standing next to Edgar, also with the dreadlocks. I am the universe and I am talking to you.”
Needless to say, I was gobsmacked. But I digress. We had just finished a show.
Around this time, San Francisco was our town, and we felt like kings.
We loved to go to after-hours parties after shows, because, while you are working, you don’t get to socialize.
In full disclosure, there were altered states in play. Cannabis is entirely legal in the state of California.
