"I wished to have fun... and because I never drank before, I could not handle any ale what so ever." Dolemeck tried to crack a small smile. "I was with two traveling companions, and we all had too much to drink. I woke up in a room with a turtle, a tattoo, and a bunch of drag queens chasing me down to hand me a sash, tiara, and trophy. I have been watching what I drink ever since."
He cracked another small smile as he continued to rub the back of his head.
"Having a tattoo, I was told was something that would damn me in my era. But nothing happened when I got one. I was still here, God did not strike me with lightning, and I enjoyed it. Enough that when I was in New Orleans, I got my other arm done to somewhat match. I also... I umm..."
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