I’ve had quadruple my normal exposure of Norwegians this week, and I’m reminded of the last time I hung out with a Nordic bunch.
This is Torfinn’s back, covered in a wicked face that haunts my nightmares.
Nah, not really, sweet guy, but sheesh, just looking at this thing makes my skin crawl in that “boy, I know what a tattoo feels like, and his is like a thousand of mine, so boy, that must REALLY have hurt” way.
