This afternoon I was listening to Salt and Syncope by Forget Cassettes. I was wondering what “syncope” meant, so I wikipediaed it. It’s the difference between “over the ramparts” and “o’er the ramparts.”
It’s also what happens when you get a tattoo without eating enough during the day.
I was having a vivid dream, and Chris from the tattoo parlor was there saying my name quite insistently.
“Jesse. Jesse,” she said. I noticed that I was dreaming and opened my eyes.
“Do you know where you are?” she asked me.
“I’m at the Inklab,” I said. “I think that I fell asleep.”
“No, you passed out.”
All I remember is feeling nauseated and asking Charlie to stop, then waking up. Sarah tells me that my eyes rolled back in my head and I shook like I was having a seizure. How embarrassing!
After my little nap I felt great, except that I was crazy hungry. Sarah brought me Arby’s, I ate, and then went back for the actually painful parts. It took forever, hurt like a bastard, and I tipped heavily.
I’m taking off the bandage now so I can see it for the first time.
“Oh my god, it’s huge!”
That’s the first time that I’ve been the one to say that. Wow.