Memento
One year at the Hultsfred festival in Sweden I decided to write down peoples names on my arm with a sharpie since I knew my memory wouldn't be able to store it anyways. I woke up the next morning with most of my body covered in names. It felt a bit like that movie Memento.
When I ventured outside the tent it seemed that I "knew" most people on that part of camp and every "Do I know you?" from me was countered by a "sure you do" *pointing at their name on my body* by them plus a story about some drunken mischeif I'd been up to.
Also: permanent marker on skin during summer is the recipe for an ugly ass tan.
(WelcomeToCopehagen, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 12:58, Reply)