Blog post 13

My research had gotten the better of me I wanted a tattoo, and from talking about it all the time my roommate, Abby did too.We both hopped in her car to try to find a parlor open at 9 PM. We drove to Dragonslayer (knowing they do terrible tattoos). When walking into Dragonslayer it was dark, the walls were painted black, right as you walk in the door you hear the humming of a tattoo needle grazing human skin, and right in front of you is a display case of piercing jewelry and their front counter. They were overpriced and were incredibly rude. We left and went to a different parlor. The tattoo shop was located in the oddest place, right above Jimmy Johns. As we walk in from downstairs the walls were bright It could almost be an apartment. The owner welcomes us and is enthusiastic about our ideas. He printed up designs and called us back. As I walk down the short hallway to the tattoo room my heart beats faster, my adrenaline is pumping through my veins, and i have a pit in my stomach. as soon as I was in the chair it all went away