He was taking a break, smoking a cigarette outside the tattoo parlor. I guessed he was one of the practicing artists, given his position and the number of tattoos on his head – and face! They came up his neck and onto his cheek: not just designs, but full facial … … more …
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I came for two things so I skipped the shopping cart route; now I had an armful of produce and staples. How does that always happen? I couldn’t hold anything more. But wait: my wife had asked for something else. What was it? Oh yea, shredded mozzarella cheese for her … … more …