Tattoos

dylan simon worked at the grocery store down the street from my old house in berkeley. it was called 'berkeley bowl' because it used to be a bowling alley and it was legendary for having seven different kinds of cabbage, an extremely generous olive bar and labor strife. he stood behind the bulk weigh counter and girls oohed and aahed at his lanky vegan limbs and disheveled hair all day. i had first met him because he knew my old roommate matt at fenwick and slept on our couch a couple of times. then he rode his bike to hang out at my oakland house on idaho street with walker and amal and i would run into him at shows. i remember everyone screaming 'kitchencore!!' in his packed living room one sweaty summer night to nick's roommate stevie's friend kyle's band the insurgent while being videotaped and wearing what walker called my "waitress uniform." i doubt he remembers that. here in new york i've met someone who could be his doppleganger (or arch enemy!). maybe the city just has me seeing old faces in new people. i always loved his tatoos, especially tofu for life. so he let me take some pictures of them, and here they are.