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Authors: N. E. Henderson
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the most dimwitted person on earth would have understood that.
I’m done with this stupid bitch. She has taken up far too much of my morning. I turn on my heel and walk the short distance to my bedroom.
Once I’m behind closed doors and inside the room, I finish toweling off the water that’s still on my body before throwing on clean boxers, gym shorts, and a t-shirt. I work out every weekday morning before showing up at work. I’m a tattoo artist so my hours aren’t the typical eight to five. Starting my day at noon—I’ll never complain. I love what I do and I get paid damn good money to do it.
I walk out of my room without doing my hair. What’s the point when I’ll be showering again in two hours? Yeah, it may be a little weird that I shower before and after a workout, but it’s not like I’m in any condition to clean up when I first get home from a night spent liquoring it up at a bar, or the few minutes spent inside whatever random chick that decided to give me a piece inside or outside of said bar.
If I could, I’d wash them off me before crawling into my bed, but in most cases I’m lucky to make it to my room let alone into my bed and underneath my covers. A shower is definitely out of the question, skank or not.
When I walk into the kitchen I see Matt eating from a bowl at the table and Mason standing in front of the coffee maker. I’m not a huge eater before a workout, but even I need more than cereal.
Opening the fridge I take out the tall carton of egg whites, shredded mozzarella cheese and a container of mixed fruit. I make my breakfast and then join my roommate at the table. Shoveling a forkful of food in my mouth, I level my gaze over toward Mason.
“You ready to finish up your ink?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be seeing you once I get out of my last class around one this afternoon.” He takes a drink of his coffee as Amanda walks into the kitchen. She heads over to Matt.
“I’m out of here, babe. See you this weekend.” She kisses the side of his head and he nods. I don’t get these two. It’s easy to see he’s not that into her anymore, so why does he keep her around? It can’t be for her personality because she is lacking in that department.
She leaves and I’m happy to see her go.
I direct my attention back to Mason.
“Yours is the easiest one I’m doing today.” Once I finish shading red coloring into all of the flowers he’ll be complete. “Cosmo is coming in today and then he’ll be back on Friday for me to finish up. He’s getting a piece done on his forearm.”
I met Cosmo when I started apprenticing at a local tattoo shop in my hometown of Tupelo my senior year of high school. At the age of forty-nine, Cosmo became my first solo tat and I got to pop his tattoo cherry. He’s gotten seven more since then, making today’s work number nine. Everyone says when you start getting tattooed, it becomes an addiction and I think that holds true for a lot of folks.
“That old man is cool as shit. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. I think I’ll shoot him a text and see if he wants to grab a beer later this afternoon.”
Cosmo took a liking to Mason and me back in the day. He’s often said he’s come to see us both as the sons he never had.
“You should do that. I wish I could join, but I have a full schedule up until 6:30-ish so there is no way I’ll be able to.”
It sucks, but I’ll get to catch up with him for an hour or so while I’m working on the outline of his ink.
“Dude.” I turn to glare at Matt. “I don’t roll that way.” Jeez, I know he isn’t that into his girl and I doubt she even gives good head. Bitch is too worried about her own self to care about someone else.
“Huh?” he questions through a mouthful of cereal.
“Stop rubbing your foot against my leg.” I push at him with my leg.
“I’m not.” He’s looking at me like I’m stupid.
“Seriously what the hell?” He’s not my ass. Seconds after pushing him away
I’m done with this stupid bitch. She has taken up far too much of my morning. I turn on my heel and walk the short distance to my bedroom.
Once I’m behind closed doors and inside the room, I finish toweling off the water that’s still on my body before throwing on clean boxers, gym shorts, and a t-shirt. I work out every weekday morning before showing up at work. I’m a tattoo artist so my hours aren’t the typical eight to five. Starting my day at noon—I’ll never complain. I love what I do and I get paid damn good money to do it.
I walk out of my room without doing my hair. What’s the point when I’ll be showering again in two hours? Yeah, it may be a little weird that I shower before and after a workout, but it’s not like I’m in any condition to clean up when I first get home from a night spent liquoring it up at a bar, or the few minutes spent inside whatever random chick that decided to give me a piece inside or outside of said bar.
If I could, I’d wash them off me before crawling into my bed, but in most cases I’m lucky to make it to my room let alone into my bed and underneath my covers. A shower is definitely out of the question, skank or not.
When I walk into the kitchen I see Matt eating from a bowl at the table and Mason standing in front of the coffee maker. I’m not a huge eater before a workout, but even I need more than cereal.
Opening the fridge I take out the tall carton of egg whites, shredded mozzarella cheese and a container of mixed fruit. I make my breakfast and then join my roommate at the table. Shoveling a forkful of food in my mouth, I level my gaze over toward Mason.
“You ready to finish up your ink?”
“Absolutely. I’ll be seeing you once I get out of my last class around one this afternoon.” He takes a drink of his coffee as Amanda walks into the kitchen. She heads over to Matt.
“I’m out of here, babe. See you this weekend.” She kisses the side of his head and he nods. I don’t get these two. It’s easy to see he’s not that into her anymore, so why does he keep her around? It can’t be for her personality because she is lacking in that department.
She leaves and I’m happy to see her go.
I direct my attention back to Mason.
“Yours is the easiest one I’m doing today.” Once I finish shading red coloring into all of the flowers he’ll be complete. “Cosmo is coming in today and then he’ll be back on Friday for me to finish up. He’s getting a piece done on his forearm.”
I met Cosmo when I started apprenticing at a local tattoo shop in my hometown of Tupelo my senior year of high school. At the age of forty-nine, Cosmo became my first solo tat and I got to pop his tattoo cherry. He’s gotten seven more since then, making today’s work number nine. Everyone says when you start getting tattooed, it becomes an addiction and I think that holds true for a lot of folks.
“That old man is cool as shit. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. I think I’ll shoot him a text and see if he wants to grab a beer later this afternoon.”
Cosmo took a liking to Mason and me back in the day. He’s often said he’s come to see us both as the sons he never had.
“You should do that. I wish I could join, but I have a full schedule up until 6:30-ish so there is no way I’ll be able to.”
It sucks, but I’ll get to catch up with him for an hour or so while I’m working on the outline of his ink.
“Dude.” I turn to glare at Matt. “I don’t roll that way.” Jeez, I know he isn’t that into his girl and I doubt she even gives good head. Bitch is too worried about her own self to care about someone else.
“Huh?” he questions through a mouthful of cereal.
“Stop rubbing your foot against my leg.” I push at him with my leg.
“I’m not.” He’s looking at me like I’m stupid.
“Seriously what the hell?” He’s not my ass. Seconds after pushing him away
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