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Show 151 "Listen," he says, coming up to where I was sitting before I even saw him, "I'm sorry for upsetting you the other day, with the crabs I mean." "Look," I told him, "it's all right. Just leave me alone. Can't you see I don't want to talk to you?" I put on my sunglasses then, to show him I meant it. "Yeah, I can see that," he says. "I know what you think of me.' "Well then?" "I thought I would apologize anyway." "Okay," I said, "you've apologized. Now will you please leave me alone?" I was trying to be nice. "Don't worry," he says, "I'll be leaving soon enough for good." The way he said it, it was like it made him sad. "By this time next week," he said, "I'll be on my way back to Arizona. My last tattoo comes off tomorrow, the very last one. Want to see it before it's gone?" "No," I say, "I do not want to see it." But before I know what is happening, before I can say anything more or do anything or even shut my eyes, he has undone the cord of his white hospital pants and turned around and let them drop and I'm face to face with his bottom and the message there in tiny purple lettering. If you want my heart just ask Cause baby its feelin real fine But dont ever ask For my well traveled ass Cause baby thatll always be mine |