Tessa’s New Zoot Suit
I don’t know if you can tell or not, but- yoga at gunpoint
- –in a coffin
- visionary, fantasist, poet, and painter
- the term “Bermuda Triangle”
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Tessa’s new zoot suit had many pockets, but none of them had any money in them. For a moment I thought that would put an end to the tattoo peccadillo, but she simply told the roving tattooist, “I don’t know if you can tell or not, but this man is a general, and he’s commandeering your ink bottle on official business.”
“No sweat,” the man replied. “That just means I get to knock off early!” He pedalled away.
Tessa hauled me around a corner and asked me what I wanted my tattoo to look like. We didn’t have a needle, but I knew from experience that wouldn’t slow her down. Her talent for improvisation had allowed her to write a lengthy coded message on my chest, and the prospect of going through something like that again was about as relaxing as doing yoga at gunpoint — in a coffin — so I couldn’t even begin to offer design suggestions.
She made me take off the white lab coat. With a faraway look in her eyes, she said, “How about something in the style of visionary, fantasist, poet, and painter Melvil Dewey…” I resigned myself to my fate, knowing Tessa was in a creative fugue state where no appeal to reason could penetrate. “Yes,” she gasped, “I can see it now! A symbol, a shape, that will rehabilitate the term ‘Bermuda Triangle’ for future generations!”
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