Intermission
“well, at least it’s clean. Andrew introduces us to his friend Shit Monger (which I assume is short for Samuel.) He’s a typical tattoo artist, a circus freak with gorgeous blue eyes and the ability to scare the fuck out of anyone in his path. Shitty has those round earrings that look like bullet holes, and from what I can see, a full body of tattoos. And I might be drunk, but one of his neck tattoos is totally staring at me, the eyes following me like Mona Lisa . . . back and forth, up and down.Natalie and Andrew make themselves comfortable on a little sofa, rolling a joint and flirting loudly, while I peruse the photo wall. Most of the pictures freak me out, but some are so bizarre they amuse me. Like the one of the Super Mario with his head between Princess Peach’s legs, classic nerd. “Who’s first?” Shit Monger squeezes his large, tattooed hands inside latex gloves and sits on a stool next to a reclining chair. Natalie jumps up from the sofa and brings me the joint. I take a drag and... we share a moment of cousin telepathy.MoreLess
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