Okay, so Iâve been thinking about it and Billyâs tattoo is literally killing me over here.
Like, he was excited about that tattoo. He saved up and drove, probably alone, to some city big enough to have a tattoo parlor. He picked out that image off a wall of designs. Bullshitted with the tattoo artist and pretended it didnât hurt. He touched it every day when it was still scabbed over and got this little smile, thinking of his lifeguard job in the summer where heâd be able to show it off. Bought a bunch of sleeveless shirts. He was stoked. He was alive and he had plans and he would have gotten more tattoos.
Yeah, I dunno, just kinda wrecks me thinking about it.

















