I’m sitting around in a little shop close to my house. It smells of bleach and antiseptic. Pictures and earrings are hanging on the wall, while the owner – an ex-construction worker that swears like a sailor – is getting the last details on his customer’s piece.
Where am I sitting?
In an old doctors chair in mint green, sipping juice to bring up my glucose level as I sweat with nerves more than sweat from the beating sun through the front window just behind my back.
I hate needles. They scare the shat out of me… But I love tattoos.
Does that make any sense?
So, yes… Today I am getting my second tattoo.
Let’s see how it goes.
September 12, 2015 at 5:01 pm
Yay tattoos!! I feel ya! Completely! I got my cartilage pierced three years ago and didn’t feel a thing, but cried like a baby! :p Hoping to keep it together when I get my tattoo come November. Good luck! You can do it! The tattoo looks adorable, by the way. ^.^
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September 12, 2015 at 7:42 pm
Thanks, and in the end it wasn’t that bad. Sure it was a little painful but the guy doing it was chill, and kept me laughing through the whole thing. Good luck with your tatt. 🙂
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