I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.
Tattoo by Chris David at Government Street Tattoo, Victoria BC
The original scribble was done by my old friend Aden. It’s been kicking around in one of my many scrap boxes over the years. I remember where he made that drawing (Black Stilt coffee on Hillside, RIP) but I’ve recently had a hard time figuring out how old this 2D relic might be. Normally I can put a timestamp on any ridiculous knick-knack in my possession.
I sent Aden a photo of his scribble, and it instantly clicked in - the scrap paper held my tips from DISHWASHING, at the restaurant that I currently serve at. That would set a vague date of “summer, 2007?” Perhaps I got the tattoo exactly 7 years after its initial draft? I guess it’s all slightly fitting; I’ve given my notice (for the second time - please feel free to hold me accountable), and my 7 years of restaurant life are finally coming to an end.
If you’ve ever shared a meal with me, this one’s for you.
If I’ve ever shared a memory with you, I’m sure it will permanently make its way on to my body. In time.