So it goes

On Sunday I went to The Decemberists concert and noticed a woman who was wearing a dress that revealed a tattoo on her back. The tattoo was simple. It was a phrase I was familiar with from the novel Slaughter House-Five. It simply said, "So it goes." I thought that was a rather unique and fun tattoo to have and if she were at a coffee house I would have asked her about it. Unfortunately, I was stuck listening to a whiny rhapsody. So it goes...

A few days later I had dinner with a friend and tattoos were brought into conversation. I told my friend about the Vonnegut tattoo and he casually replied "Oh, that was Langen." We went to the same high school but I was three years ahead and we never really knew one another. Every so often I run into her at the most adventitious moments and to add to the randomness, my friend happens to know Langen. The logical side of me thinks that St.Louis is just so darn small; I know a lot of people and run into someone weekly but there is a difference between them and Langen. I run into her at places far from where I usually go and the times I run into her are completely unconnected to anyone else I know. So, I have decided that I have a karrass. She is in it.

Busy, busy, busy.