The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

Andy wasn't saying anything. I turned around, and he was just holding the bathpuff, looking unimpressed. Fuck! Motherfuckingshittits! I got my quotation tattoos because they were things I believed strongly, my ethics were my backbone, they gave me strength. It had never occurred to me that I'd end up boning one of the people that had said one of them! To my embarrassment, I felt my face scrunch up like I was going to cry. I looked away. "I'm sorry, Andy, I didn't mean any offense," I muttered into my hands. The shower water ran over my face.

"Hey, no, I just can't believe that you thought it would be a big deal, that's all." He laughed. "Want me to sign it? I will totally sign all over Manson." He laughed again, pulling me into a hug, and I laughed with him, relieved. "A tattoo of my face would definitely have been awkward, but that's fine." I grinned, having an idea...

"Well, I do have Ashley's face on my left leg..." I faked a little guilt.

"Are you fuckin' serious!? His face!? I didn't notice it before, let me see!" I showed him my leg, which was partially covered with the names and paw/claw prints of pets of mine that had passed away, from upper thigh to right above the knee. It definitely did not have Ashley Purdy's face on it. "Uh..." He looked at the names and little imprints of feet, turning my thigh back and forth. He squinted at me. "You evil little vixen! You're fucking horrible!" Andy dropped my leg, laughed and slapped me on the ass, making me squeal.

We finished showering, and Andy clearly needed feeding. Skinny folks with fast metabolisms get cranky if they aren't fed, my sister is like that- apparently Andy was like that too. He wanted to go out to eat, but I needed to talk about some sensitive shit, and the last thing I wanted was to be interrupted by fans. That was his thing, not mine. I didn't like attention. But I lived alone, and didn't EVER cook, I only had ready-made dinners for one. Ordering food would take like an hour, and Andy was clearly hungry, I could tell, he was getting fussy and starting to swear more, just like my sister. Eventually I talked him into letting me feed him a snack and ordering him a pizza, so we could talk here in private. He was not thrilled that the peanut butter I had was organic, but I made him try it in a sandwich, reassuring him that it was no-stir, and he begrudgingly admitted it was ok, though he preferred crunchy.

He was sitting on the couch, I was sitting on my computer chair, and we had brought up the menu for the pizza place. We were going to decide what to order. He was still munching on his peanut butter sandwich. Ah, fuck, there was no point putting it off. I dropped the bomb. "Andy... I'm a vegetarian." I held my breath.

"Ah shit! Not again! Are you fucking serious?" He looked disgusted.

"Yeah. Sorry." I just looked at the ground and waited, feeling crappy.

"Well, fuck, ok, um, do you eat cheese?" I nodded. "Or eggs?" Again I nodded "Do you care what I eat?"

"Andy, I'm not vegan, I'm technically called an ovo-lacto-vegetarian, but most people just call it vegetarian. No, I'm not some shithole preachy vegetarian. I'm not going to try and convert you, I don't like to debate about it. I'm not even a good vegetarian, I don't even fucking like vegetables, except maybe artichokes. Ok?"

He smiled, "I don't like vegetables either. So what pizza do you want to order?" Ultimately we decided on a white pizza with mushrooms and pesto. After ordering online, I took my phone with, and we went to the balcony for a smoke break.

Notes

QOTD: Do any of you have any text tattoos?

I do not yet, but I plan to get those three mentioned in about 4 weeks (after I graduate). I made some effort to contact both AB & MM to ask their permission, but (as expected) there was no response. I don't want to bother them further, I imagine either one would most likely be ok with it. Obviously, MLK Jr. has passed away, so I can't get his consent. What I don't know is if either MM or AB would be ok with being asked to sign a fan's tattoo of something they have said. Who knows if I would ever meet either anyway?