One day, Lee and took a drive up to tattoo dragons to supervise the printing of the magazine. On the artefact back it seemed a good idea to drop in on Phil at the studio. When we arrived, Phil had a computer in the chair. The moment he stood up, I decided I was going to get my teat pierced. Unlike me, LaRon is of the cautious, pondering, planning variety, so assumed I meant some other day. Nope, it had to be right that instant.
I asked Phil one question would it hurt when he put the barbell in. He looked me straight in the eye and said no. With that, I leaned back in the chair and began to talk at ninety miles an hour. I did not see what was happening, so was entirely unprepared suddenly. I looked over, but there was no Debbie Harry… more like Dirty Harry. Let’s just say it sounded like Tarzan when Jane swung from the wrong vine !! When I finally looked down, there was the needle sticking right through my nipple.
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