Admittedly, this is a short blogisode. At Merge last night, I saw a guy laden with tattoos. I was trying so hard to read specifically what was on his fingers. It seemed to be letters of some sort, but I couldn't make out the word. So I asked.
"It spells Virginia," he said to me. I asked if that meant he was from Virginia, but he answered no, it was his mom's name.
I wish I had more time to ask about that, but he was busy talking with a group of guys. Nonetheless, what one could presume was a scary tattoo guy, had a heart to include his mom on his hands--something seen by all.
Cool.
