After getting cleaned up and drinking almost an entire pot of coffee, I start going around my house, opening cabinets, moving things about, suddenly feeling a kind of frenzy to do something just so I don’t have to think.
Maybe I had too much coffee…it’s better if I go out before I decide to start painting my apartment again.
So I leave, walking without a precise destination in mind, until the moment I reach the windows of Sean’s tattoo parlor. I want to kick myself.
What the hell am I doing here?
Yes, let’s pretend you don’t know why, says my dear, sweet, internal voice. It’s as welcome as an attack of herpes.
When I realize I’m standing in front of the door, I quickly turn on my heel to leave, but the sound of a little bell followed by “Hey!” makes me stop in my tracks. I close my ey
