I remember getting off real late in the morning one time at the Pike. I drew a big cover up on my own left shoulder of my arm, with a ball point pen, went downtown LA. As soon as Tennessee Dave opened up, thinkin' he'd just whip it on there. He looked at my should and said, "I just don't scribble on people and start tattooing, I need a pattern."
"May I advise you? Please. Let them mark you. Because, you can see, the best among us have had so many imprints left upon them that it is like... embroidery. And these people, life-engraved, are drawn to each other and pass the time interpreting their signs. And those moments of sharing are the best of life. And this unraveling of hieroglyphs, personally I call it love, lasts only for so long as there are marks to read. Then it is gone."