Right now I am in a bar reading the essay "Why Some Hybrids Work and Others Don't" by Lia Purpura and - describing an encounter she once had with a boyish millionaire - she explains, "I was tired and righteous and broke" and I have not read the next paragraph yet, but I know that is my next tattoo:
Tired. Righteous. Broke.
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