john closes his eyes as the lights go up. He looks around at my stuff especially the tattoo gun and piercing needles. "Huh. He sticks his hands in his pockets clearly at a loss for what to do. I guess this is all more complicated 'n I thought.

I grin a little n' make myself comfortable leaning in the doorway. "Most customers don't want anything more fancy than a trim, but I also do hair dying, piercings an' Tattoos. Each has it's own equipment." I point to the shelves and stations.

"But we didn't come here for that" I say. I lean in an hit play on the ghettoblaster. I can't remember what's in there but because it's my music it'll be an example of rock music which's why Johnny an I came here.

I keep my eyes on him as the first notes play.

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home


I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive