Coffee, one of the many things that makes life in the city bearable. I inched up the steps, trying to stretch out the time until I had to go inside. But I guess this morning the universe wasn't on my side.
"Axolotl! There you are, you're lucky I need you or you'd be fired".
That's my boss Jamie; (he doesn't mean the whole firing thing, it's our little joke)
Axolotl, strange name right? My mum was a herpetologist, and my dad well... let's just say he's out of the picture. You get used to having a strange name, but I can guarantee you will never get sick of people hearing it for the first time. Or maybe that's just me, who knows.
"AXOLOTL, WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!"
Oops sounds like Jamie's pissed, better get a move on. The best part about working at a tattoo parlor is that I can have as many tattoos as I want, but the downside is that I still have to pay for them. Believe me, I have tried to beg Jamie but I guess he is immune to a pink-haired, adorable 19-year-old girl with snake bites, on her knees and begging on the dirty floor of his shop.
This morning is particularly busy, well I guess that's no surprise since Christmas is just around the corner.
You wouldn't think that people want tattoos near Christmas, but you would be wrong. (There was this one guy who kept asking me for a tattoo of Elvis Presley Santa on his buttcheeks, that is never going to happen. Ever.)
But that's not what I am here to talk about, I am here to tell you about the life-changing event that happened that very morning. The event that turned my life into a crazy, shitty and not to mention weird mess.
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The Bluest Ocean
FantasyWhy do people always assume people with strange or unusual names are drug addicts or hippies? I mean do I look like a hippie to you?! Please say no, I don't think I could stand living in a tent with circus folk. Or is that gypsies? I don't know anym...
