I was fifteen and obsessed with the idea of getting a tattoo. I looked forever for someone who would tattoo me without parental consent. I asked kids in my school where they got their tattoos and I got one of two answers 'my friend did it' or 'this dude Icee'.
While in Biology one day I asked one of my classmates for Icee's number. I texted him, he gave me his address and by the time school ended that day I was forcing my boyfriend at the time to drive me. He kept telling me 'this sounds like a really bad idea, you should rethink this.' But my mind was made up.
We pulled up to the house, it was anything but pleasing to the eye which just made my boyfriend think this idea was even worse than he thought.
'I bet it's not that bad inside' trying my best to be optimistic.
It was. there was a huge dog running around, someone's kid was crying in the kitchen and the floors were disgusting.
There were who men there. One was tattooing and the other was drawing and chugging beer. The guy walks over to me, beer in hand.
'What do you wanna get?'
I showed him what I wanted.
'Twenty five bucks.'
I said okay and waited for him to call me over. He placed the stencil on my back and said 'how old are you?'
'15'
'Lets try that again. How old are you?'
'18?'
'Okay! That'll stand up in a court of law. Let's get this goin'!'
I should have waited, yes. Do I regret it? Not at all. It's not original or well done but I don't have the heart to cover it. This shitty little tattoo means a lot to me (:
Thank you to @missy and @rambo for the topic, this was fun to write.