So yesterday some friends and I waltzed up to the nearby tattoo parlor in the Haymarket called Sacred Heart. I didn't know what I was in store for considering my experience with tattoos and it's parlor locations are close to none. Aside from a few of my friends getting them, I have never had the personal experience of this type of community...until now. The amount of belief I had on the uncleanliness, raunchy, and somewhat demonic nature of their symbolism only enhanced my anticipation to getting ready for what was in store. If I haven't made myself clear yet, this sums up my interpretation of a standard shop...
I firmly believed we were in for a lot danger, but the location we went to proved us wrong. Contrary to popular belief, these hot shops are much nicer, cleaner, and better established than one of ignorance would have thought. I felt a presence of peace from the aroma surrounding, the artwork on the walls, and most of all the demeanor of the shopkeeper was beyond my expectations. I don't think I've met a nicer guy who had most of his body covered with ink. The story of his career and humble beginnings in this operation was one for the books, and has forever altered my views on this inked up enterprise.
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