I was walking with Joe after work and he was asking about my tattoo and my piercings. It was a chance for me to not feel like such a square since he’s a self-proclaimed square. We got on the subject of tattoo tears and I told him the meaning of them as I knew it to be. “I really need to re-evaluate the people I hang around now.” It was an “oh shit!” moment for him which I found hilarious. I’ve lost touch with the street/gangsta life years ago and transformed into a bore because immediately after that conversation he asked me what I was doing later on that night.. “Let’s see… it’s Wednesday? Nothing. Like it made a different which day it was..” That has become my routine answer for what I have planned. He was going home to watch tennis. Me? I came home to catch up on emails and pluck. I pick the oddest compulsions.