The public-policy wisdom of the City of Berkeley's policy of providing, pretty much, permanent-disability-type benefits status to people with facial tattoos is debatable, but it is a boon to me, since it draws the inkfaced to Berkeley and I work in the cheapest "alternative"-ish grocery store in town. My God. Usually more than one per day, Jesus, what else would heaven consist of? (An insightful gay to me, recently: "You know you're not supposed to put brightly-colored jungle frogs in your mouth either, right?")