Anji Marth

All I could think about for weeks was her lifting that refrigerator off the floor and kicking my five dollar bill that I clumsily dropped while paying for the fortune telling out from under it with her little foot. Mighty strong girl… Mighty clean under the fridge… I bet she could paste together a mean ransom letter too. Check out her skills if you get a chance.

After being tattooed by Anji, I discovered my love of Thai food. I think the combination of ink and sweet, salty rice noodles gave me super powers beyond my wildest dreams.
I rejected the can of unicorn meat that she offered me, as I am a vegan. She said it was mythical, and therefore vegan, but also made for a great breakfast. I wonder where she got it, but I guess I’ll never know.

Anji was working on my hip and I don’t know what happened but it was as if I was transported to an alternate dimension where narwhals are welcome in polite society. My mind almost literally exploded with a vast wealth of knowledge and an understanding of humanity, divinity, and the cosmos. When she finished, the piece was beautiful and I left unsure of the events that had just transpired but enveloped with the sweet smell of success.