Sorry, Tattoos Are Still Stupid

So, I was sitting in some vinyl or cheap plastic-covered chair, in a low-lit room, surrounded by a few strangers. I had my sleeve rolled up. I was ready for what was coming. Then she came by. Set up all her equipment. Rubbed some disinfectant on my arm. And after making sure everything was a go, inserted the needle into my skin. I felt that familiar pinch as the metal penetrated through my epidermis and into my vein, and started drawing my blood like a thirsty little vampire. <a href="https://deanmaxbrooks.medium.com/sorry-tattoos-are-still-stupid-fb4186c87785">Website</a>