(406: inked.)
It's a family tradition.
That's Josi's excuse, it's a family tradition Ma, and you let all the boys do it, and she finally gives in.
On her birthday, all four of her brothers are there for cake and wings and a six pack of beers. And after dinner they all pile into Shawn's convertible and head to the tattoo parlor.
Soon she's getting the skyline of the city she loves inked across her shoulderblades.
(She'd spread open her chest, ink it across her heart if she could. It's something she can't explain, her hopeless love for this dirty failing dying town.)
That's Josi's excuse, it's a family tradition Ma, and you let all the boys do it, and she finally gives in.
On her birthday, all four of her brothers are there for cake and wings and a six pack of beers. And after dinner they all pile into Shawn's convertible and head to the tattoo parlor.
Soon she's getting the skyline of the city she loves inked across her shoulderblades.
(She'd spread open her chest, ink it across her heart if she could. It's something she can't explain, her hopeless love for this dirty failing dying town.)