The bat is the night hunter, the whisper that sees in darkness and spies on us all. I got the tattoo in Brest, France from a gypsy woman. I asked for a connection…a key to other places. I did not ask for a bat but that is where we wound up. The incense was heavy and and the night was a blur but I felt the bat before it was on my arm. This is control….this is power…and it wasn’t the french gypsy; It was the permanence, the sacrifice. It was my first and I had no guide when I made the ‘connection’. I think that first time that I was lucky.