It has become The New Norm: every time I walk down the street, some passerby will call out:
As if I didn’t already know.
Crossing the street at Broadway and 96th in search of kale during an apparent UWS Kale Shortage Crisis, a gentleman with a fair amount of his own ink sidled alongside me.
“Nice tattoo!” quoth he.
“Thanks,” I murmured, as if I didn’t already know.
“How long did it take? Five hours?”
“More like four,” I replied. “But good guess!”
“I’m an artist myself,” he boasted, puffing out his chest.
“Really?” Now he had my attention. “Where do you work?”
“Oh, I used to work out of a studio but now I just sort of, bounce around, you know, I come to you,” he stammered. “Look me up on Facebook. Saul, S-A-U-L, Morales.”
“Okay, sure, great.” AS IF. “Thanks! Have a good night!” I waved and took off speedily up Broadway.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Saul Morales, Door-to-Door Tattoo Artist.