Patrick and I decided that tonight we should go out to get some drinks. After a long week inside of the office, staring at computer monitors all day, there’s no better way to unwind than to get drunk and go on long, endless rambles.
I expected that we would both have some of the usual wife tales and stories about our shitty childhood, but I felt like I was the one who learned something new tonight.
Patrick was more than just a muscle head.
Patrick lifted his shoulder to get a better look at his tattoo. It was a simple, but highly detailed depiction of a yin-yang symbol done with one fish being the white part and another fish for the black.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s nothing special.”