But I got another tattoo today. It’s to honor his memory.
He hated his tattoo. But I like to think he’d like this anyway. Or appreciate it. Or not be too terribly mad at me for getting it.
It’s a spade (that’s what his tattoo was) made of the number 42 (his lucky number.)
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