Secret South got the “32″ on his thirty-second birthday, followed by another friend who got his on his 36th birthday, and then another during her 33rd year. Finally, his lover got hers this past Sunday for Mother’s Day during her 34th year. I can make some guesses about their personalities from their individual choices of fonts, but the only thing I can deduce for sure is that Secret South is mature and prefers the company of people older than himself.

Yeah, I wish. Anyway, to give the new writers some time to get rolling on posts of their own, which hopefully will start quite soon, I’ve been asked to post a few more entries before I take off for the long weekend… It’s Victoria Day here so I’m looking forward to fireworks.

Alyssa got this large text tattoo of a Kerouac quote (from “On The Road“), done by Kim Durham at Prix Body Adornment in Hollywood, CA.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

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