[ snake bites ]
Last year, a few days before my birthday I got the right side of my lower lip pierced. Chris, my trainer, told me to come to the Planet Tan auditions. It would be a promotions gig and I would just be standing outside shirtless like a dork for some quick cash. So to look really cool at the auditions, I threw out the stud and began jamming the loop in, unlike the left side of my lower lip which I treated gingerly. Here I am thinking with enough special medicated soap, it would just slide right in like the other side did (after proper weeks of healing). I was getting frustrated and wouldn't let up, so my lip decided to inflate in order to get the point across. Needless to say I didn't go to the auditions, and my face looked like Angelina Jolie on testosterone at my party.
The swelling was so ridiculous I just chucked it and to let my lip heal with hopefully little to no scar tissue. That was in September. So I want go back to Obscurities Monday since I have the week off, and so it will have lots of time to heal before I have to put a spacer in for work. They're closed Mondays. Ok, well John said he'd come with me if I went Tuesday to get his nosed pierced, but I had my doubts. He stalled until 7:15 and it takes me thirty minutes to get to Dallas and him forty to meet me there. I thought they closed at eight, so I thought if I called and made an appointment they would allow John to slide in if he was a bit late. Luckily there was no traffic, and I called 411, lead-footing down 183. They said they closed at nine! So I called John and he said he got a speeding ticket and no longer felt like driving out there. Pretty much, he pussed out of getting his nose done.
So I get there and there's like four skater kids nut-hugging this huge, black guy. The shop owners are clearly agitated and tell them to behave themselves. He was getting a tattoo touched up with his buddy, who was on the Obscurities's computer looking up something on youtube. He asked if anyone had an iPhone; I called out looking through the traditional tattoo art portfolio. He asked me to look up "techno viking" on youtube. He wanted his friend to dance to that. Pfft. His friend's video on youtube loaded, and so he called me and the fanboys over. Turns out this guy is Muhammed Lawal/"King Mo" from the Sengoku fighting championship, and we were watching one of his explosive fights. Sengoku is like the UFC in Japan. (I'm not necessarily a fan of Japanese pop-culture, and I'm sure not many of you would know of Sengoku, but I like UFC so I thought it was interesting.) I come to Obscurities often because me and my friends are piercing/tat snobs and this is one of two good parlors in the DFW area. I got my cartilage piercings in Ft. Worth and they yielded puss until I took them out. This shop is pretty much in the heart of the gay district but we get celebrities here for some reason, probably because of all the great artists and... gayness. So, King Mo is all set. He shook my hand (his knuckles are swollen with growths from the fights), said thanks and walked out with his friend, the fanboys trailing behind.
Pamela calls me back, and I tell her the last time I got my second lip-piercing the new guy was so nervous about getting it perfectly aligned that he redrew the dot seven times. He punctured the exit so low that fitting the loop through my lip was impossible. The same loop fit perfectly on the other side of my lip. Like a pro she whipped out her measuring device and went to work. So now I have two fishhooks in my mouth! That's what every person over thirty-five told me about my first. This time it'll recover properly. Anyways, here are the results.
Hi, I love my "the funk" shirt. The shitty quasi-smile is a side effect of the sleeping pills I took. I'm above it.
The swelling was so ridiculous I just chucked it and to let my lip heal with hopefully little to no scar tissue. That was in September. So I want go back to Obscurities Monday since I have the week off, and so it will have lots of time to heal before I have to put a spacer in for work. They're closed Mondays. Ok, well John said he'd come with me if I went Tuesday to get his nosed pierced, but I had my doubts. He stalled until 7:15 and it takes me thirty minutes to get to Dallas and him forty to meet me there. I thought they closed at eight, so I thought if I called and made an appointment they would allow John to slide in if he was a bit late. Luckily there was no traffic, and I called 411, lead-footing down 183. They said they closed at nine! So I called John and he said he got a speeding ticket and no longer felt like driving out there. Pretty much, he pussed out of getting his nose done.
So I get there and there's like four skater kids nut-hugging this huge, black guy. The shop owners are clearly agitated and tell them to behave themselves. He was getting a tattoo touched up with his buddy, who was on the Obscurities's computer looking up something on youtube. He asked if anyone had an iPhone; I called out looking through the traditional tattoo art portfolio. He asked me to look up "techno viking" on youtube. He wanted his friend to dance to that. Pfft. His friend's video on youtube loaded, and so he called me and the fanboys over. Turns out this guy is Muhammed Lawal/"King Mo" from the Sengoku fighting championship, and we were watching one of his explosive fights. Sengoku is like the UFC in Japan. (I'm not necessarily a fan of Japanese pop-culture, and I'm sure not many of you would know of Sengoku, but I like UFC so I thought it was interesting.) I come to Obscurities often because me and my friends are piercing/tat snobs and this is one of two good parlors in the DFW area. I got my cartilage piercings in Ft. Worth and they yielded puss until I took them out. This shop is pretty much in the heart of the gay district but we get celebrities here for some reason, probably because of all the great artists and... gayness. So, King Mo is all set. He shook my hand (his knuckles are swollen with growths from the fights), said thanks and walked out with his friend, the fanboys trailing behind.
Pamela calls me back, and I tell her the last time I got my second lip-piercing the new guy was so nervous about getting it perfectly aligned that he redrew the dot seven times. He punctured the exit so low that fitting the loop through my lip was impossible. The same loop fit perfectly on the other side of my lip. Like a pro she whipped out her measuring device and went to work. So now I have two fishhooks in my mouth! That's what every person over thirty-five told me about my first. This time it'll recover properly. Anyways, here are the results.
Hi, I love my "the funk" shirt. The shitty quasi-smile is a side effect of the sleeping pills I took. I'm above it.