One by one,
Sterling students lined up to be tattooed by a guy they’d never met before, a guy who beknownst to them had only a few needles with him. There was no way to properly sanitize these needles that penetrated many people’s skin causing a lot of bleeding. The man promised them masterpieces for a small price but what they got was more than they asked for.
In January, over Christmas break, one of these parties occurred in the basement of Joe’s home. There, over fifty kids pilled into the dark, damp room with loud music, hard dancing, “side activities” and a bathroom big enough for two. In that bathroom sat an unknown man with a tattoo gun.
“These parties,” said one student, “are all the rage. Laws we break can’t be proved and we get a tattoo out of it. Sometimes you pay for them and other times you do something else for them. Everybody wins and we all have a good time.” But now that same student’s views have been changed. Jane now realizes that the ‘good time’ she was talking about caused her judgment to be impaired this last time when getting tattooed.
But why would students put their lives at risk for a tattoo? What possible benefits arise from them and how can they be so ignorant to the hazards? Some say teenage rebellion but it’s more along the lines of irresponsibility. They think they’re young and indestructible and nothing can stop them but they’re wrong. The only way they’ll learn is when something bad befalls them… and by then, it could be something worse than an infectious tattoo.
*all names were changed to protect the identities and reputations of those involved*