Mag-log in"Are you almost done?" I whine as stabbing needles drag across my skin. Sweat protrudes from my pores as I try to not writhe after every prick and scratch. Normally, I can take on any needle. No matter the tattoo. I have a sleeve and a neck tattoo for crying out loud. With me squirming like a wimp, at the moment, it only makes me look like one. Another swig of my umpteenth beer, I regrettably understand why you should never EVER get tattooed pissed drunk. Okay, I'm not that drunk, but, I am
"Okay, you're all set," I say after cleaning up and bandaging another tattoo.The man, who I'd just worked on, climbs to his feet and, instinctively, checks out his new tattoo. It's a black and white monochrome scheme of a snake coilin
When Abbey and I officially make it back to our separate homes, it was well past eleven at night. An additional half-hour later, from dropping Abbey home, I finally pull up in Eric's driveway. As I step out of my car, I quickly glance at the house noticing all of the lights are out. Specifically, all but one. To the low-right of the house, which faces my left, I speculate a blur of flashing white lights coming from where I know the living room is. A tiny grin dance on my lips as I picture Eric binge-watching Netflix; or passed out on the couch with a bottle in one hand and a TV remote in the other. Walking up to the front door, I whip out my keys from my pocket, about r
After a whole day of exploring a huge castle and strolling down the allies of a village filled with wand shops and walk-through galleries, Abbey and I still didn't get enough time to take in the entire park. Although, we did manage to explore other aspects of it. The two of us found some waterslides, and are still soaked, even though that was hours ago. When the two of us finally become exhausted from nearly drowning each other on the slides, we decide to acknowledge our growling stomachs and found a restaurant that seemed extremely popular. After the first bite of the plate I ordered, I quickly realized why and will
"Answer this question."I glance up from my half-eaten burger as I know there's a curious gleam playing in my eyes. "Shoot."
"Here's some tea in the meantime," Mom says to me. I watch her gently settle a white ceramic cup on the coffee table.I nod a