Wallace offers an exemplary image, combining the skull and roses in Infinite Jest: At the height of his obsession this one synthetic-narc-addicted kid came in who refused to be called by anything but his street name, Skull, and lasted only like four days, but who'd been a walking exhibition of high-regret ink--both arms tattooed with spiderwebs at the elbows, on his fishy--white chest a naked lady with the same kind of
overlush measurements Ewell remembered from the pinball machines of his Watertown childhood.