Discoveries Inside a Tattoo Shop
After finally finishing all of the band’s paperwork I decided to give myself a lil’ reward: a new piercing. Aren’t I indulgent?
I didn’t know what to get pierced. Nose? Nah. I already have one, and I almost never wear it in because I think that it looks like a silver piece of snot hanging from my nostril. Neck? Ahhh. No. Too painful, and I’m a wimp for pain. Belly? No, that just screams: Look at me! I’m a whore! Eyebrow? No..everyone has that, I want something unique. Well then, how about hip piercings? Hells. Yes.
Why hip piercings?
1. Easy to hide from the parentals (they almost disowned me after I told them I got my nose pierced)
2. They look awsome
2. Almost no one has them. Thus, making them unique.
After much convincing, begging and blackmail, Kyle hesitantly agreed to take me to get my piercings, but only on the condition that we went to his friend’s tattoo/piercing shop. So, on a sunny Arizonian Saturday, off we went to Kyle’s friend’s hole in the wall tattoo shop.
The first thing I notice when we arrive is the cheap sign, blinking off-on, off-on. Kinda like the motel sign in Psyco. I asked Kyle if this guy was legal, and Kyle assured me that he was. I still had my doubts, though.
There were two other people in the waiting room. There was one “scene” girl complete with the huge raccoon-striped hair, hello kitty necklace and oversized (fake) boobs. Next to her was a shady looking motorcycle dude, who kept trying to look down Miss Hello Kitty’s shirt. She looked scared shit-less, so I sat down next to her and gave the greasy biker a fuck-off look.
HelloKitty was overjoyed that I was talking to her, probably because she needed more “scene” friends to meet her street-cred quota. “What are you getting?” she asked me. “Hip piercings.”
“Are you serious? That’s, like, just like Kiki Kannibal!”
“Um. Who?” I asked, confused.
“Kiki. Kannibal.” she said, looking at me like I was an idiot. “you know, she made the dimond necklaces? And she’s on stickcam?”
“Sorry. Never heard of her.”
“Oh…”
Awkward much? Luckily I was called in next. Kyle gave me some medicine and shit to numb me while I got pierced, because I freak when I see needles. They did one hell of a job though; my piercings look pretty frikin awesome if you ask me. But the day after my hips hurt like a bitch. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the hips repeatively. Thank god for Bengay!!!!
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