Weird. I had a dream last night that I found myself suddenly covered in tattoos. Well, at least with about a dozen. And I didn’t remember getting any of them. Apparently they were all acquired while drunk. The only one that made any sense to me was an interior shot of the Kinko’s I used to work at on Market St. in San Francisco. I actually decided in the dreamĀ  that that one was pretty cool. The only other one I remember was a long, cut off pony tail tied in a knot and the initials J.P. were in the design as well. WTF?