At first I was put off by the only parlor we could find open on a Sunday. There were some women dressed in what can best be described as furry daisy dukes, young girl jumpers and uggs to complete the look. As they noshed on snacks huddled around a space heater we watched the tattoo artist sketch our potential life marks in a notebook with a calligraphy pen. I wasn't very nervous about 8 small circles freehand but I was nervous about him telling me how painful the tats would be. I got over it an it wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be it felt more like a burning sensation than anything else. Well it did get bad toward the end when he had to go over the design again but I'd still get another one in a second (sorry mom and pop).
|mehhhhhhhhh hehhhhhhhhhhhhh heeeeeee|
|Under the gun|
|Technically I got 4 tattoos!|
|Everyone needs some airholes|