Savvy
Dear Diary
My very first tattoo.
Mac, Jack, and I walked into a place called INK. I was surprised it was open on a Sunday, but then I saw on the door that they were closed Mondays and Tuesdays.
“Hal!” Mac yelled.
He held my left hand, and Jack held my right. I was giddy with anticipation. I was getting my very first tattoo. I was nervous. What if it hurts and I cry? Would they make fun of me? No, I’m not going to cry. I am a badass b***h. Please, lord, let me be a badass b***h.
“Back here in the supply closet,” a voice yelled.
We walked behind a partition wall and stepped into a very clean area. There was a long black bed-like chair. I guess that’s where you lay to get the tattoo. Neatly arranged boxes sat in a row on a shelf, along with colored bottles and small plastic in
