June 27th 2000- THE PIERCING: I wanted a puppy. But mom said I couldn't have a puppy. So I decided to go shopping. Kevin took the SUV so I took the bus, I ran his credit card bill up and four hours later, I'm on the bus home. Alex gets on- Alex is this really hot black guy with a pierced tongue. He asks where I'm going and I start to say "home"... then I notice his barbell and change my mind. "I'm going to get my tongue pierced", I say. "Hope you ate", Alex replies, then he kinda chuckles and gets off.
I get off at King Square, and before I really have time to think of it, I'm in front of Wizzard's Tattoo, Union Street Saint John. There's about 5 dirty looking, really tattooed people standing out front. They see me walking towards them and comment, "You look shy". Whatever that was supposed to mean. I walk into what they call a studio, but looks to me no more than 15 square feet of open space. I walk over to the counter and say, "I want my tongue pierced." He gives me a form to fill out- Basically, name, address, phone, and I sign a form agreeing to take care of my piercing. He takes me around back and tells me to sit in this big comfy chair. It's then that I notice that I know the dude who's about to stick a needle through my tongue- It's a dude I dated way back, but got all pissed off when he realized that I was trying still talking to my ex while I was trying to hook up with him. "Please don't fuck me up because you hate me", I say in a shaky, vulnerable voice. "I don't hate you", he replies... "That was a long time ago." He gives me a little cup of Listerine, the yellow kind, and tells me to gargle. While I'm doing this he's getting the barbell and needle ready, but I wasn't paying much attention to him... I was too nervous. He gives me a wastebasket to spit in, and then he takes a pencil and marks my tongue. (How this worked, I don't know, because I later on tried marking on my tongue with a lead pencil...) But, hey, he's the "professional". Now he takes something that looks like Vaseline and smears it under my tongue. He puts a clamp on the end of my tongue and pulls it out- This really, really hurts. It's now that I notice about 3 people watching- I don't appriciate this, but I'm not exactly in the position to argue. He asks if I'm ready, and I nod my head yes. I close my eyes tightly and take a deep breath. I feel the needle start to push through the bottom of my tongue- It's a burning feeling almost- And then everything goes really bright... If I didn't know better, I'd say I passed out for a couple of seconds. I hear the piercer saying "You have to hold your tongue out, if you don't hold your tongue out, I can't do it", but I can't feel my tongue at this point, so if I'm not holding it out, I'm not aware with it. I realize I'm drooling all over myself. He says "That's good", and pushes the needle the rest of the way through. I let out a squeal and grab his arm- Not the one he was piercing with, the other one. He reaches over to the counter for something- the barbell, I assume, and fiddles around with my tongue for about 20 more seconds. The burning feeling is now a nice warm feeling. He says he's done... I open my eyes and close my mouth. I bite down on the barbell... As soon as I feel the metal in my mouth, I think, "Omigod... Why did I do that?" It feels really strange in my mouth, it felt too long. I try to tell him this... It was difficult though. He says the extra room was to allow for swelling, and to come back in about a week for a smaller barbell if I wanted. I'm in a hurry to just get out of there, I grab my shopping bags and throw three $20's at him. As I walk out the three dirty dudes from earlier comment "You don't look so shy now!" I resist the urge to kick them. So... now I'm at the busstop, newly pierced. I can't stop looking at the thing in my compact. I get home 20 mins later and call everybody I know, which was a good thing to do while I still could. Read on to find out about my newly PARALIZED tongue... *ahem*...
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