I went to adorned on a whim. I'd done some research earlier that day and set my sights on Adorned. It looked clean, the staff up front was friendly, and I was getting something simple done so the chances for a F@#$ up were minimal at best... or so I thought.\r
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Damion was to be my artist, and right off the bat there were communication issues. I asked him, not to be rude, but as a thrifty customer, If there was anything that could be done about the estimated price of my tattoo. They quoted me $150 for a small nickle sized circle on my hand, and I knew it was a kiiind of a rip off. He looked at me and said flatly ""no"" and then added ""ya know its not gonna ruin my day if you go somewhere else. I won't loose no sleep over it.""\r
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Oh I should've known then, but being eager to get the damn thing done I went along with it. Damion, a brutish man wearing ill fitting jeans took me to the back and put the stencil in place. I asked him to move it a few times, ITS PERMANENT ON MY HAND I have the right to be specific. He was annoyed, but feinging patience. \r
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Once a location was mapped out correctly he began, everything was fine until all of a sudden, I felt the needle go in where it was not supposed to go. I looked at him and said ""You're not filling that circle in are you?!"" to which he replied ""Yea, That's what you wanted."" oh. no. \r
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I looked down and saw a giant black sploch in the center of what was supposed to be my simple circle. He said, he had asked all the right questions. Sure dude, tell yourself that. On the verge of tears he offered two things, the name of a lazer removal chick in LONG ISLAND or his further services in making his mistake a happy accident. \r
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Me, being the positive thinking go with the flow, down ass bitch that I am took a deep breath and began to think about ways to make the horrific situation better. He brought me symbol books, to page through while he got up in what I hope was shame, and left his station. I sat there and doodled. When he came back he picked up a book as well, and started chuckling about the white supremacy symbol, among other totally inapropriate things. I was shocked. \r
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In the end I designed something for the place on my hand where the circle had been broken by this mongoloid f@#$. I am still appalled by the experience, and the fact that that mongoloid white supremisist ignorant f*%$ in the ill fitting jeans, charged me at all. \r
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If you do decide to get permanently adorned at Adorned... do not let Damion anywhere near you with a gun.
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