E picked me and Etran up from school and took us to Space City to get our tattoos. It was exciting. I loved every suspensful minute of it. OMGOSH, I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE I DID THAT.
My tattoo artist had recently gotten out of jail. He littered every other sentence with profanity. He was a pretty cool guy. Etran told him she wanted to be a tattoo artist someday, so he gave her an advice on how to do that.
“I’m rubbing urine onto your skin to sanitize the area,” Tattoo Artist said. He proceded to rub something else onto it.
“What is that?” Etran asked.
“It’s just some other shit we use to-”
“First urine, now shit?”
That comment was the highlight of my visit there. T.A. began to etch Etran’s design onto the middle of my back. It felt… well, it stung. Didn’t hurt enough to make me cry, but I teared up a bit when it first started. The duration was about fifteen minutes and I was extremely pleased with the end result. I was happy. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be.
E got “Perception is Reality” etched along her right ribs. Very pretty.
Haha, I now have a piece of Etran with me wherever I go. I’m happy.