"Alright give us your arm" he instructed. I put my arm into a strong man pose obligingly and watched as he placed the sticky stencil carefully on the inside of my bicep. "Is this lyrics from Tool or somethin'? he asked. Oh God, Tool? "No, it's from a band called Neutral Milk Hotel." I said, paused for a moment but he showed no recognition so I continued, settling onto my back "They're very good." He smiled, then leaned over to begin work. I noticed a flaming Chinese symbol tattooed on the center of his head. He nodded his head over to a man with huge arm muscles and comically tiny head "When I was getting it formatted a ol' Barry wondered why anyone would want to get this on 'em". I took another look at Barry "Is that the guy with the Superman symbol tattooed on his chest?" I asked. "Yeah, that's him." I relaxed back again, contemplating his words. I sighed, "Well, everyone has their own interpretation of life, I guess."
He nodded again. The needle buzzed away on my arm. No going back now, anyway/
