Re: Walked Home, Showing Me Your Scars.

It was back in January, from my Paris flat that I composed "Open Letter to a Fella." At the time, I declared the fella in question my muse, my villain, and my tragedy... I still anoint him all these things. In the same post, I quoted F. Scott Fitzgerald from "The Crack-Up," and while my copy of this book is underlined, dog-eared, highlighted and falling apart at the binding, it is that one quote in particular that I never stop thinking of... so, I went and tattooed it on my arm.

I had always wanted to tattoo words somewhere on me, and considering the importance of the quote, and where I chose to put it, the black ink will save me in more ways than one. It still looks a lil' wonky because it's covered in a thick coat of A&D and will be for the next few days. I always said I wouldn't get another tattoo until I got some fancy shmancy book deal...but fuck it, I needed a permanent reminder...

xo.

Mandy.