Savvy
Dear Diary
My very first tattoo.
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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 was holding my left hand and Jack was holding 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 bada*s b*tch. Please, lord, don’t let me cry.
“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. Ther
