Yo-Nenny and Jason came by last night for a bitteen of competitive Double Canfield, becoming so engrossed by the action that they missed the last bus home. We had an exceptionally silly time. In order, here are: Jason’s — uh — poker face; Yo-Nenny goes hysterical; Stella administers a sliming. Between games I snapped a few photos of my newly cleaned house, for pre-rental documentation. I probably should pack up my treasures to keep them […]
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Tattoos Four & Seven: Lightning Bolts
This story of Yo-Nenny’s fourth tattoo is one (in her own words) of pain and vanity. We don’t get to see it since she’s since covered it up with another tattoo. Like tattoo number three, it was hand-done by a friend. “Does it hurt more to get a hand-done tattoo than a machine-done one? Every jab must hurt.” Uh huh. Somebody who’s not skilled possibly has a heavy hand. There’s a way the tattoo gun, […]
Read moreTattoo Three: The Star
Yo-Nenny got her third tattoo a month after her second, when she was sixteen. It was one of those things … I was hanging out with a friend — I wasn’t close to her — and it just came out of boredom. She gave me the tattoo. I gave her one, too. There was no reason for me to choose a star except it was kind of innocuous. It was the beginning of my having […]
Read moreTattoo Two: The Wave
Here’s the story of Yo-Nenny’s second tattoo. She got it about a month after her first one, when she’d just turned sixteen. I went straight home after getting my first tattoo, looking for inspiration for my next one. I got the idea off a mirror that my brother gave me from The Met. I looked in my backpack and I had this teeny little hand-mirror and it had this design on the back of it, […]
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