My nerves for about a week were taking over my life. I was freaking out inside because I really hate pain. Naturally that sounds normal but, there are people are out who enjoy it and those that have tats all over their bodies have to get some pleasure out of it. That never related well with me and right before he stuck that needle in my arm my vision went a little blurry. But, as soon as it stuck me and he started making the first line I looked at Tyrone and let go of his hand because it was not as bad as I had been imagining it might be. The outer line actually sort of felt cool in a way which completely freaked me out about myself. The shading was not pleasant but I wasn't dying at all. The eyes, since they are pretty black did hurt a lot but the shading on the top of the skull and the inside part of my forearm were the WORST. He was about 3/4 of the way done when he needed to take a break. At this time I was feeling really good about the whole thing. It didn't hurt that bad and I was so happy about that. At this point I relaxed a little and when he came back to finish it hurt a lot worse. I don't exactly know why other than I think because I had time relax for a bit.
When it was finished I was on cloud nine. I felt like I had finally found something that was missing from my body like another right hand. I instantly wanted another one and can't wait to go back. I felt the same euphoric high that I had after sky diving. It was so awesome.