My Personal Distressing Tribal Tattoo Adventure

Something really weird happened to me lately when I was in a tattoo parlor. I don’t know if “funny” is the best way to describe it, but looking back, it is pretty humorous. So let me start from the beginning. I happen to be a tattoo nut. I love them and I have them all over my body. So I’m not new to the process. I’ve spent hours (and days) at a time getting tattoos. But I have to say that my last experience in a tattoo parlor has left me a little gun shy. I did something I never do. I went against my better judgment and allowed a friend to talk me into getting a tribal back tattoo while we were out drinking on vacation at the beach. It wasn’t the nicest beach in the world and the “downtown” area was very sketchy.

We had been at the local bar and had slammed down a few shooters when he had the bright idea to go to the tattoo studio. He said we should get a great new tat to remember our bromance trip. Do guys even do that? But I went along because I can’t say no to a tattoo. We went in the parlor and looked around. It was kind of a shabby place – door was standing wide open and this mangy looking dog was laying in the doorway. But all that seemed to fade away when I saw the incredible tattoo pictures hanging on the wall. I was looking at the pictures and turning around at the same time to ask the girl up front who inked those tats when all of a sudden there was this big ugly woman right in my face. Kicker was that it wasn’t a woman at all – just some big ass ugly man in drag covered in butterfly tattoo designs. I pushed past him/her and damn near ran out the door. I haven’t had the nerve to go back to a tattoo parlor yet!