Night of the Tattoo
Fucking best night ever!
Tonight I got my first tattoo with some of the best people in the world: Mike, Allison, and Paul. What made it great was that we all decided to do it today and they picked out theirs today. The pain we endurd bonded our souls tonight. We're all really stoaked becuase they are symbols of our independence away from our families. They say that we are mature and can run our own lives and dont need permission anymore. We have become slopsists; we are our own supreme authority. We are at the top of the ladder. Kings of ourselves. Fuck! So happy.
After tattoos we went to taco bell, which is always a great idea after any exciting occurence. Everything we did tonight had perfect timing, because on the drive back all of our lives were changed by the sight of woman lying dead in the middle of Colonial whose leg had beenmangled if not compleatly removed. I cant believe that I was not disturbed by this sight, but later became super stoaked about the fact I just saw a dead fucking body; a person with a family and friends, relationships. She experienced tougher shit in her life and been in really fucked up situations. Perhaps she was raped last week. Maybe she had onced attemped to end her own life due to the surmounting suffering burdening her shoulders from a life of drug addiction and a pederass father who molested her when she was 8. Or maybe her life was one of privelege with a two story house and a white picketed fence in Vermont. And now shes dead. A lifeless corse of a life I will never know.
And now we're back at Allison's watching the greatest movie ever made: The Big Lebowski. This, I believe, is the only sutible way to end a night of life altering firsts.
Tonight I got my first tattoo with some of the best people in the world: Mike, Allison, and Paul. What made it great was that we all decided to do it today and they picked out theirs today. The pain we endurd bonded our souls tonight. We're all really stoaked becuase they are symbols of our independence away from our families. They say that we are mature and can run our own lives and dont need permission anymore. We have become slopsists; we are our own supreme authority. We are at the top of the ladder. Kings of ourselves. Fuck! So happy.
After tattoos we went to taco bell, which is always a great idea after any exciting occurence. Everything we did tonight had perfect timing, because on the drive back all of our lives were changed by the sight of woman lying dead in the middle of Colonial whose leg had beenmangled if not compleatly removed. I cant believe that I was not disturbed by this sight, but later became super stoaked about the fact I just saw a dead fucking body; a person with a family and friends, relationships. She experienced tougher shit in her life and been in really fucked up situations. Perhaps she was raped last week. Maybe she had onced attemped to end her own life due to the surmounting suffering burdening her shoulders from a life of drug addiction and a pederass father who molested her when she was 8. Or maybe her life was one of privelege with a two story house and a white picketed fence in Vermont. And now shes dead. A lifeless corse of a life I will never know.
And now we're back at Allison's watching the greatest movie ever made: The Big Lebowski. This, I believe, is the only sutible way to end a night of life altering firsts.
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