depreciation they claim

Shot an 8 point on hannukah

I figured it'd be appropriate to write a chapter while in this tattoo shop. Even if it wasn't about the tattoo shop or anything, seems like a good spot to knock one of these out.
I spent a majority of the day in a fog. I tried to do something impulsive and stretch my ears today. I like doing impulsive things.

I didn't like stretching, however, in fact I gave it up after trying 14s before 18s. (If you don't know anything about stretching, you're S.O.L on this narrative. Google it.)
I feel like a pussy for fainting. I've never fainted. I pushed through my ears too hard and yeah- black out cold. Pussy. Didn't bleed, but it hurt like a bitch. Start with 18s, kids.

And don't let any fucker tell you not to start stretching or not to get tattoos or dye your hair or bs like that. Do whatever you want. It's part of my philosophy, I'll get into it in some other chapter guaranteed, but for now, do your own thing.
Sorry for this ranting. It's not really what this is meant for.

There is a window inside this shop that I thought was a mirror for at least 30 minutes. If I look at it quickly it still seems as such. There is a real mirror right next to it. And it smells like a doctors office in here. More specifically it's smells exactly of my pediatricians offices. It's funny how just the smell of something makes you think of those obscure places or memories.

This girl who works here said my brothers tattoo looks like a menorah. It's a deer.
She looks really pretentious, wears doc martins. Burgundy. Not even matte. Her laugh is annoying too, and loud. She just got here and is leaving. Why'd you even come to work?

This place, for some goddamn reason, reminds me of Tony Hawk Underground 2 on my PlayStation 2. No idea why, my brain just linked the two. I like it though. Rick is telling this story about how he wanted to be Scream for two halloweens in a row but his mom made him be a haunted house made out of a cardboard box.
He said, and I quote-
"I'm a grown ass eight year old man". I got a kick out of it. He took it off at the Halloween party, but his mom caught him and made him put the box with the cob webs and Christmas lights and "the fucking door over my pee pee" back on. He said he's never fucking dressed up again. Or celebrated it.
Poor guy, just wanted to be Scream. He has the mask in the shop.
Usually the story goes he'd hate his mom instead of the holiday, but maybe he's just not very angsty. Who knows.