Here's to Brady over at Read Street tattoos
in Baltimore. Thanks Tim
for giving me an idea on where to go. I would tell a story about the experience but I won't, because nothing really spectacular happened. Doug walked in right as he was finishing, and the last 30 minutes of filling it in I had nothing to look at but a fan above me. I started seeing purple and I swear the fan stared talking to me. I think it's because I was on my back for two hours and the filling part definitely hurt a little.(oh man this could border on a homosexual journal entry...oh well) From what I was told the chest is kind of sensitive...so man...that last 30 minutes...was sort of intense....anyway...
I'll send you a pizza from Marengo next week. I recommend them if you are in the area and you haven't had a tattoo. Because the worst thing about the tattoo experience is that intimidation that you have to go through when you go in. I mean there are dudes in there all tatted up to the neck and you're like, "Umm I'd like this little turdy thing". It's kind of intimidating, but these guys were totally cool...Even to a tool like myself. Cheers Read Street Tattoo!