I told Josh that there was a new tattoo place by my apartment that we should check out. Through dinner everyone debated about what tattoos we would get and where. “I’d get one,” Josh said casually, so after a fun dinner and a quick go around at the Explorium, we headed off to Bleed Blue on Upper Street.
“We’re just looking,” we told them when we walked in the door. But after looking through books of designs and dismissing Joel’s bet to tattoo hamster tracks in hidden areas, Josh ended up more than just looking.















