Magic Comes to Alphabet City

Waking up covered in tattoos of song lyrics is totally normal, right? Jeez, quitting drinking is rough. Elliot woke up with the terrible sensation that he'd become seventeen years old again. Fortunately when he rolled over, away from the light coming through his window, he was greeted by all the aches and pops and grouchy sour-mouthedness that he relied on from his body to keep him convinced he was actually closer to thirty. So reliable, the old body, even if his mind wanted to play silly buggers with him, blending into those first moments of wakefulness whatever dream about ink on skin he'd been having. He'd opened his eyes and the first thing he'd seen had been words written on the inside of his forearm, black over the muted blue line of his vein, and that was nothing he'd done since he'd been in high school and still wearing too much eyeliner on a daily basis. He closed his eyes again. Words: 18838