I was at a gathering last night where people were drawing on paper with markers.

I grabbed a felt-tipped pen and retreated to the next room. I drew the BL logo on the inside of my right leg, just above my ankle, .

A friend in the other room saw me drawing on the couch by myself. She walked up and asked what I was drawing. I just showed her my wrist, which has a few marks on it like tracings of my skeleton, but nothing nearly as interesting... suddenly her phone buzzed. I was saved by the incoming text message.

A little later on I went to the upstairs bathroom with orange and black permanent markers in my pocket, and went back over the design so that is solid.

Back downstairs, I sat on a chair next to another friend, and she pulled up the pant leg of my left leg. She said she was certain she'd seen me drawing on my leg. I did what I thought best and flatly denied that I had taken any marker to any leg of mine. (Rather Bill Clinton of me, yes?) I just showed her my wrist.

Now I'm a marked man.



There we are,


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