I met a man who knew a man who had dreamt of paradise.
He told me the man he knew saw a Pineapple god that he offered to the people, a god that nobody wanted.
So the man I met told the dreaming man βI have room, Iβll carry the Pineapple god.β
The man I met makes no claim on paradise, many of the other tattoos he carries are admitted mistakes, but he is closer to paradise than many I have met in my wanderings.
I am glad that the Pineapple god has a good companion.














