So I lost a bet, yeah I know how stupid, and my punishment was to get a tattoo, I'm usually the type of guy who wouldn't get a tattoo and that tattoos are not attractive
But I never said that the tattoo artists where not attractive, his name is Cry and he has the typical bad boy look, greasy hair, piercings, rides a motorcycle and lots of tattoos but he is one of the kindest men you can meet, he is one of the finest tattoo artists in America, he is gentle but gets the job done and always loves having a chat, maybe, just maybe this won't be the last tattoo I'll get, not because I want to hang out with Cry, no no not at all, just because I want more tattoos
Yeah that's the reason
This story is one of my better ones, I just don't like how wonky the plot line got near the end of it.
{WARNING: I wrote this when I was a Wattpad fetus, so please don't obliterate me with grammar corrections}
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Life.
Problems.
Love.
Help.
I can't deal with this.
The love of my life doesn't remember me.
How can I live like this.
Maybe I can help get his memory back?
Yeah, Maybe.
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Finished
6/22/16