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[Jan. 7th, 2009|11:03 pm] |
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| [ | A Bit of the Old Ludwig Van |
| | Beck - E-Pro | ] |
So here it is....
It's on the inside of my right leg, right above my ankle.
I forgot how amazing it feels to have tattoo work done. The place I was originally going to go to, where I had a fucking APPOINTMENT... decided they were gonna close. So I got there, no one was there. I waited for about an hour, and no one showed up. So I said fuck it, and drove to White Plains to Big Joe and Sons Tattooing. I got there around 4:45, and the guy who was gonna do it for me had a 5 o'clock appointment, so I went out and got some food and hung out in Barnes and Noble, and went back around 6, like he told me, since he'd said he would be done by 6:30. He wound up finishing at 7:45, and he finally got me in to work on it. We talked about Japanese horror movies and music and shit. He was really cool. I think I'm gonna go to him for the rest of my tattoos, since I totally lost faith in the place I was going to to begin with.
The moment I sat in the chair, I was getting goosebumps. From the first time a needle hit my skin for my first tattoo, I was hooked. It's the most amazing rush in the world, and I can't get enough of it. Sure, it hurt like hell. Especially because part of it was on my shin bone. Yeah. That KILLED. But the feeling is indescribable. I can't wait for my next one.
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