Tattooed Love Boys

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Getting a tattoo hurts. It hadn’t really occurred to me what was involved exactly. It means someone with a needle is jabbing you so many hundreds of times a second with it that it feels pretty much like they’re taking a jack knife and cutting right into your skin.

At least, that’s how it felt to me. The guy who did us both reminded me a little of Colin, only more rockabilly than industrial, tall and lanky with his hair gelled up but not all the way to mohawk level. His name was Matt.

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