I don't understand why I took this job. My love for art, tattoos and hurting people are the main reasons but still. I hate needles. Hate them. The fact they dig into your flesh repeatedly has always frightened me but yet I love the idea of it creating art. Art is pain. So I suppose I took the job so I could watch art be created permanently on someone's skin. Art work lasting forever. My brother Mike got me the job, his friend Bert owns the place and I work here along with a woman called Kat Von Dee and a man called Jared Leto. It's confusing considering my name is Gerard. I create the designs and so does Kat. We both tattoo while Jared sorts out appointments and orders for ink. Our shops one of many on this boulevard. Many shops around the area are failing apart from ours and a little flower shop next to ours. People nickname this area the boulevard of broken dreams. It makes me laugh but I suppose it's not funny that so many people are loosing jobs because of the lack of need for whatever their in business doing.
Anyway I'm Gerard Way I'm 22 and live in Belleville New Jersey. I live alone in an apartment complex two blocks from the boulevard. I am a hermit when I'm not working and am a Virginia. Okay shut up its not funny I had more important things to do in high school then get fucked like worrying who is gonna beat me up and what not. I had a depression problem which is better now. I suppose I'm a happy, lonely little Virgin.
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Permanently Yours- Frerard
Fanfic*Based on a post I saw on tumblr* Gerard Way has a thing about needles. God he hates them. Their look, their ice cold touch everything. Yet he finds himself working at a tattoo shop for two years. He designs tattoos and often tattoos others but...
