Yesterday, Jenny, Johnny, Joann, Jake, Stan, Corey, and I took the train to Trieste for a tattoo convention. We arrived at 1 PM, and Corey managed to find the beer vendor within five minutes of walking in the door. (Why were we not surprised?) I had no idea there were so many studios in the area. I didn't have any intention of getting any work done, but I wanted to look around at the different booths and get ideas for my next one. Jake, however, managed to find some bare skin on his right arm and got a couple sparrows.
Sorry, Mom. I know you've forbidden me to get any more, but I can't help it. I've been tattooed in Australia, Japan, and all over the States, and I fully intend to get another before I leave Italy.
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