It was twisting my arm pretty hard and threatening to tell about some the skeletons in that hidden closet behind my refrigerator. Well, my navel was putting pressure on me to do something a bit different than my friend's idea. My Friend was chattering on about how sexy I'd look with this tattoo or that tattoo, you know how some people's mouths just run on and on.
It seems my friend and I were waiting in line to go see this artsy fartsy cinematic what-cha-ma-call-it (not all that great, in my opinion, but that is a whole other story all together) and happened to be standing right in front of one of them tattoo/piercing salons.
A little back story first before I give ya the 411 on the whole skinny. I guess I might just be a wild and crazy guy.
