Theres too much tension at this fast food joint I work. This head honcho on my shift last night was like so it seems like you only plan on being here a few more weeks. So I was like yeah, and shrugged my shoulders. Yesterday I turned in a sketch drawing to a local tattoo parlor. Never occured to me before until I saw the chic in Pray for Rock and Roll' So I figured I have these skills why not get paid for it. I ended up hanging out with the these two artists who were on the clock, real easy goin. We got to talking until this nasty crude black women came through the door, and kept showing us her flab complaining her belly button peircing wasn't set right. Those guys advised her what to do. She even admitted that all the other specialists at the other places told her the same. Basically the ring was in the right spot where it should it be at this stage, but as she said she was losing weight they told her what to do to get it the way she wanted it. She'd have to take it out go home, and shed the pounds, but she wouldn't listen to reason. She was loud, and rude, and kept goin on, and on bout how she knew better. I felt so badly like getting up off the couch, and telling her to shut up. Esspecially since she later insulted my sketch submission by saying "oh, thats your artwork, oh, well my cousin mine as well get a job doing tattoos here."
Anyways, so one of the guys caved, and warned her in advance she'd better not come back bitching bout the infection, and how they ruuined her belly button.