Woke up in the morning for my big day of collecting a tattoo from Timmytatts. Yes, I may have said the hotel was nicely decorated and the breakfast was to die for... but the mother fuckers didn't even give us any shampoo or toiletries for the morning! After a quick journey to the local K-mart to pick up all necessary provisions, we showered and hit and road for State College, home of the infamous Penn State. Only a little over two and a half hours away!
Here Marissa reclines and enjoys the ride as I nervously weave in and out of heavy traffic winding around the sides of ungodly large mountain ranges. At least she'd be comfy as we spent the last 30 seconds of our lives plummeting to our deaths.
Mr. Timmytatts himself. Timmy is known as one of the greatest Coleman style tattooers in the world and has also been dubbed the fastest tattooer on the east coast. He didn't waste any time carving up my baby-soft flesh. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted and after looking through many old school books from his collection not seen by the public, I spotted a geisha head with snake that I thought was pretty cool. He spotted the same piece a few minutes later and told me how much he liked it. Boom! A vintage Brooklyn Joe flash piece to be drawn on my arm for the rest of my life.
Let me just say...whoever laid on that table before had the most offensive B.O. I have ever experienced. While I may look uncomfortable, let it be known that it's not the pain from the tattoo. It's more of the potent smell of a dead fetus's rotting afterbirth permeating around my head attacking my ol factory senses that has me looking a bit miserable. Looks like his last customer didn't have shampoo in his hotel room either.
Girl head coming right along. This was the only "break" taken which equalled out to be about as long as it took for Marissa to click to shutter button on her camera. Keep Truckin'
Finished product! Needless to say, I was quite stoked on the outcome. Funny thing is, I just pointed to that flash piece and got it thrown on my arm. I was halfway through getting tattooed and honestly couldn't even remember what the tattoo was going to look like...
Lucky us, there was some sort of large Penn State festival going on in downtown State College full of trendy college kids and old folk who clearly didn't belong there. We spent the remainder of our day checking out random shops, eating at a nice little sandwich shop, and running back to our car, blocks away, in the pouring rain. Nothing makes a 2 and a half hour drive more comfortable than being soaked to the fucking bone! Thanks for everything, State College.
Marissa happy and me with an achy arm. All goes according to plan! Now just a long drive back to our hotel in Lancaster and we'll be set.
Turns out, all the liquor stores close in Lancaster at 6pm. 6pm!!!!! Ridiculous!!! In a quest to find beer we were pointed to a sketchy biker bar a couple miles out of town where I may be able to get some "carry out." Let me just say...that was the scariest bar I had ever been in. Dimly lit with that strange blue light emanating from the juke box filled with nothing but Ratt and Motely Crue. Filled to the brim with hardened bikers and the women that they beat on a regular basis. I somehow came out unscathed with a twelve pack of Yuengling that was consumed in the hotel while watching Squidbilles on Tv. Day 2....SUCCESS!!!
Coming up next, Day 3. A day filled with weddings, receptions, open bars, dancing like an idiot, and getting my hair dyed by a topless chinese girl. Not to be missed!
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