at five in the afternoon. at five in the afternoon. at five o'clock in the afternoon.

tomorrow i get to sit on the chair, and we talk until midnight of our affairs and others', and perhaps we get some ice-cream during a needle break and he flirts with the chick behind the counter (it is his girlfriend after all, or was the last time i saw him, for the first session of my tattoo), and around midnight that's enough for both of us, and also, the ice-cream girl gets off work. Ha ha. And this is how my tattoo takes shape. I have no idea how many more sessions to finish the sleeve, i think i'll be a little sad when it's over. I'll have to start on the next project as immediately as possible. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-for-ignacio-s-nchez-mej-as/