"The whole world has to answer, right now, just to tell you once again who's bad."

 Helllll, yeah. I'm blogging this because the first time I got a tattoo, I didn't blog about it and Jorge freaked out and demanded an explanation for why I left that moment in my life undocumented. So anyway, I wanted this tat for a long time and didn't get it the first time. I guess it's better that I got this as my second tattoo, making it especially memorable. This time, it was done on a whim and the artist was a sweet Mexican man, with gigantic diamond plugs, who didn't even ask me to sign any papers prior to tattooing me...

 Jomar and I came to the conclusion that one of the Mexicans (there were four of them) acquired the tattoo parlour by winning it in a drug war. Then, he (a big guy with really long hair) decided to marry a unsuspecting blonde girl (who was the "receptionist") in order to get his green card, therefore, having a bitch that would back up his alibi. Then, realizing that he had a tattoo parlour with no tattoo artists, the Mexican decided to bring over his cousins/friends/family over from Mexico and paid for their training as tattoo artists. I think that was it?