So I sat with Greg again while he had another tattoo appointment, this time to begin adding color to the piece. The appointment involved Greg crushing every last bone in both my hands, much grimacing on both our parts, talk about dominatrix girlfriends, and the therapeutic use of a bastardized Barbie doll. A good time was had by all, though Greg didn't seem to fully appreciate the rapid puncturing of his skin for the tattoo artist's sadistic pleasure. I, on the other hand, found it quite enjoyable.
| December 20, 2007 03:15pm | 
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