|Yes, they're sharp|
|Pulling a rope with thorns through her tongue|
The next morning, Al woke up at home, went to the bathroom and was scared himself in the mirror. His head was caked with blood and charcoal. He washed it off as best he could, but he didn't get all of the charcoal out of the cuts. To this day, Al has a pair of faint charcoal tattoos on each earlobe. I don't know if Al reads this blog or not, but I loved working with him because of his stories. If you know who I'm talking about, buy him a beer and ask him about his earlobes sometime - its worth it.
|I looked for a picture of Al's earlobes, but I'm not entirely sure that the man shows up on film. If he does, then he's almost certainly somewhere in this photo.|
1,3: Tim Rast
2: Lintel 24 from Yaxchilan (Wikipedia)