tangledupinblue

I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

~~~~daily dylan~~~

Trash is tired man tired. Trash did an hour on the cycle at the gym today. Slowly, the leg is coming around. I'm building up some muscle in the calf they had to strip to the bone last December. Some day I'll tell you the story of the flesh eating bacteria that had me on the ropes late last year. Scary as hell to watch something like that creep insidiously up your body never knowing when, or if it will stop. Bad times. But, I'm getting back into shape now.

Got my first tattoo tonight after playing with the thought for a while. Very pleased with the whole experience. Fascinating and quite painless. Very excited to take the bandages off and begin my aftercare this evening. I went to a real neat guy on St. Mark's Place who gave me my Mets insignia even though he was a Yankee's fan. Very fun guy, and very handy with a needle. I think I'll be back for some more elaborate stuff now that I know how easy it is and how righteous it looks. Gives me a good feeling. And I never have to worry about breaking up with my team or anything. Seemed like a good thing to do right before opening day. I do believe I'll call it a day. Hope all you beautiful babies are finding yourselves well.

This is Trash.