music, thoughts, and ramblings of a completely contented bicycle mechanic
“I’ll pray for you”
I’m not sure if I should heed this warning but the answering machine at the tattoo shop informed me that I was going to hell, due to a satanic business card.
This might be a guilt by association type scenario but I’m not sure if a message left at 4:30 am can be taken seriously.
I will refer to the mantra from my days as a bartender, I’m ok with hell, cause there’s no metal in heaven. \m/>.
Gangster? I’m not quite sure.
Whist I was sitting outside of the tattoo shop the other day, enjoying the moderate weather and the lovely people on lake st. what is considered by many as a stereotypical “pimpin” ride was stopped at the stoplight.
The only reason this is noteworthy, especially for lake is not the gist pattern paint job that would cost more than 7 months of ones mortgage or the 24” rims or the boomin system, but what was playing on said stereo.
I never really know what’s fresh in the hood but it did seem quite strange to me to heat Phil Collins “in the air tonight” blasting out of this particular automobile.
Proof that music knows no bounds.
Just dont call anymore
So as you may know I like to hang out and answer phones at a tattoo shop, just the other day a girl calls with a relevant question,
Her: “I’m 17 and would like someone to draw something up for me”
Me: “I’m going to have to say no for right now, I’m not sure if we can do that if your underage”
Me: “when do you turn 18?”
Her: “not till may”
Me: “just come in in April then, you can make an appointment for after you birthday”
Her: “well I thought with the government shut down that maybe that didn’t count”
Me : ” you mean that you could be under 18 and get a tattoo?”
Me: ” I still have to stop at stoplights and I can’t rob the liquor store since the government is shut down so……….