“My best friend Casey and I have tattoos of the smaller rock; he needed to cover up an old tattoo that was supposed to say 'folly of youth' in Sanskrit or something like that, but maybe just said 'dumb kid,' I’ll never know. Anyway, the next thing I know I’m getting a matching rock tattoo with him. And then even though she hadn’t seen me nearly naked enough at that point to know it was there, my friend Nancy bought the other one for me at an industrial foam warehouse; somehow a fake rock made of foam made her think of me.”