| The inside wasn't much better... The place was clean, it smelled of alcohol and bleach. The kid behind the counter was young, covered with piercings and tattoos. He looked at our group suspiciously and immediately asked why we took a picture of the tattoo shop. I promptly replied that it was for our scrapbook, sealing my fate as a geek forever. Kathleen's first move was to shake the hand of the artist who had just come out of the back and say "Hi, I'm the Reverand Kathleen Haines and I have brought some of my girls to get tattoos." The kid nearly passed out, it was hilarious! Anyway, he was very professional. Jessica gave him her drawing and he copied it precisely. She was going first. The room he led us to made me think we might melt from being too holy in it. The walls were plastered with photos and posters of naked women with various tattoos and piercings and posters from a ton of indie punk and rock bands. But the needles were sterile and we were ready. Jess held my hand as the familiar buzz of the tattoo needles created a permanent work of art on her flesh. She barely flinched among the pain and the questions of whether or not this was against our religion. I went next. The pain was almost non-existent and the design looked great! That night Fletcher was kind enough to take us to WalMart to get some A&D ointment. Naturally, we were the talk of Celebrate and display our tattoos with pride. The designs? An alpha and omega combination for Jess at the small of her back and a Jesus fish on my left buttcheek, CAUSE JESUS LOVES MY ASS!!! |
