First tattoo, first review. Went for my 27th birthday gift to myself. Celebrating being a poet, doing the whole grad school thing, having my best friend in town, how much I love Emily Dickinson. Jesus Josh was one of the only artists open in Lincoln on Sunday. That’s like at least three points right there. His front desk dude is a guy with a 27 inch mohawk(I’m all about numbers as signs) and he turns 30 in September. Nice, dude. The tattoo process was super fast, thank God, felt like bee stings or moodiness with a razor. Jesus Josh was efficient but also aloof. I’m glad I showered a lot this weekend because he enjoyed talking shit about previous clients. A few racist/misogynist comments thrown in there. But he had a needle to my wrist. Pick your battles, my friend said. (By the way, she is Unilocal magic. Go follow her. Stephanie S). Place was clean. Professional. Walking to gas station across street to get cash for the tat was like the updated version of a walk of shame.
