Tats - my dreamy wish (more nonsense!)

 


Soon after I retired to Sarasota in 2006 I had an ear pierced and a earring inserted.  It was a symbol of my newly found freedoms.  I was an adolescent again.  That earing has long since gone.

All these years later I wonder if should resurrect my youth by getting some tats. I dreamed about this last Friday morning.

In my dream I was at a tattoo parlour.  My requests were simple.

I asked the tattooist to create symbols on my head, neck, torso and groin so that in the event that I was rushed to the hospital with some serious condition, the attending surgeon would know exactly where to make her/his incisions.

Oh how wild!


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