Clarence and Alabama.

I've been wanting to get another tattoo for awhile. In True Romance, comic book shopkeeper Clarence marries Alabama, a hooker hired by his boss to keep him company on his birthday, within a day of meeting her. After getting their license at City Hall, Clarence and Alabama go to a tattoo parlor to get this:



I love the film. It featured Christian Slater at his peak (sounds funny to even write it, but yes, he was a good actor), and the Quentin Tarantino-penned script has most of what I liked about Tarantino's subsequent efforts, without the annoying hipster pop cultural references and the now-standard post-modern narrative. It was earnest, hopeful, and although ultra-violent, affectingly lyrical. Combine that with some very good cameos by Gary Oldman, Christopher Walken, Dennis Hopper, James Gandolfini, and Brad Pitt, and you have a fucking good movie. Oh, and there's a Sam Jackson monologue about the merit of eating pussy.

So I'm considering getting a mini-facsimile of Clarence and Alabama's tattoo, except with my name instead of Alabama's. Back in the day, Eddy dubbed Claire "Clarence," and although the nickname hasn't really stuck--mostly because drunken Eddy is now a fond and semi-distant memory--it still calls to mind 2002-2003, when Claire and I first started hanging out. The tattoo's a bit white-trashy, but shrinking it might fix that. Most importantly, I think it'd be amusing to have a man's name tattooed onto my arm. Thoughts?