In Oakland, I had ‘The Fool’ on my door. I don’t know what happened to it. I think maybe I put it in a book for safekeeping, and then forgot which book I put it in, and now it’s lost. Oh well! I picked a new card. I guess, in some sense, I have graduated from The Fool into this guy:
Yeah, baby. I’m a dead dude with ten swords in my dead back lying prone beneath a dead black sky.