Posted by jdg | Sunday, July 09, 2006

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I submit this question to you: how intimidating can a tattoo parlor possibly be when it has enough toys in its lobby to entertain a seventeen-month old child for two hours while her mother gets stuffed with ink under a screeching needle upstairs? I love that my wife was more intimidated by the prospect of getting a tattoo from a hipster queercore punk rock star (literally) tattoo artist than the neo-nazi redneck on parole who did her last tattoo. Everything went just fine, and the tattoo is beautiful.

Maybe Wood will post a picture later today.