Ohhh! I thought you meant, "I had a fiasco with my boobs but it wasn't nearly as bad as yours." I'm a little delirious with pain right now so I'm not as clear-headed as I usually am.
I found out some new "gossip" about Big Buddha, the place I was pierced, a few months after it all happened. I was applying at a job and the manager and I hit it off right away. He asked me why I left my previous job, and I said, "Well, I had a health scare as a result of a piercing gone awry, but it's not a very interview-friendly story." He told me he'd been a professional piercer for 12 years, so I told him about Big Buddha.
He told me about this lady who used to work at Big Buddha. I told him I wanted to be pierced by her because I heard she was really good, and he told me that she'd completely dropped off the face of the planet, that she was running from the cops. Apparently, she was so into drugs that she left her infant and her four year old daughter home alone at night to go hook up with a guy in her life who supplied drugs in exchange for sex. The baby woke up the toddler, who didn't know what to do, so she bundled the baby up and left the house in the middle of a February night to walk the streets trying to find her mom. Someone found the toddler in her pajamas walking down a major street here (and our streets are VERY dangerous for pedestrians, let alone CHILDREN, because most of the streets in Texas cities have at least seven lanes, and this particular street they found her on doesn't even have a median) holding the baby, both of them crying for their mother and freezing, a few blocks away from the tattoo parlor.
In addition to this, she lost her piercing license because two 16 year old girls wanted clitoral hood piercings. She did them without parental consent, and, as anyone knows, those piercings are very difficult to take care of. She told the kids to come back if they ever had any problems. The piercings became infected quickly. The parents of both kids rained HELLFIRE down on the place, trying to sue, but they had no recourse because the place doesn't have insurance, which, stupidly, is NOT required in Texas. Ugh. Just a fucking terrible place.
On top of that, the lady who botched my piercing told me she was about to be licensed for a very risky type of piercing called a microdermal, which basically just pierces a pocket in the skin in a shape similar to what a nostril-screw looks like, and was also about to be licensed for suspensions (where someone is pierced with hooks and then hung for a certain amount of time, which people do for adrenaline rushes and spiritual reasons, kind'f like walking coal fires). I can't even imagine the trouble she's getting into. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh. The entire situation completely disgusts me. I want that place shut down but there is NOTHING I can do about it. Absolutely nothing. It really upsets me to think about it.
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:44 pm (UTC)I found out some new "gossip" about Big Buddha, the place I was pierced, a few months after it all happened. I was applying at a job and the manager and I hit it off right away. He asked me why I left my previous job, and I said, "Well, I had a health scare as a result of a piercing gone awry, but it's not a very interview-friendly story." He told me he'd been a professional piercer for 12 years, so I told him about Big Buddha.
He told me about this lady who used to work at Big Buddha. I told him I wanted to be pierced by her because I heard she was really good, and he told me that she'd completely dropped off the face of the planet, that she was running from the cops. Apparently, she was so into drugs that she left her infant and her four year old daughter home alone at night to go hook up with a guy in her life who supplied drugs in exchange for sex. The baby woke up the toddler, who didn't know what to do, so she bundled the baby up and left the house in the middle of a February night to walk the streets trying to find her mom. Someone found the toddler in her pajamas walking down a major street here (and our streets are VERY dangerous for pedestrians, let alone CHILDREN, because most of the streets in Texas cities have at least seven lanes, and this particular street they found her on doesn't even have a median) holding the baby, both of them crying for their mother and freezing, a few blocks away from the tattoo parlor.
In addition to this, she lost her piercing license because two 16 year old girls wanted clitoral hood piercings. She did them without parental consent, and, as anyone knows, those piercings are very difficult to take care of. She told the kids to come back if they ever had any problems. The piercings became infected quickly. The parents of both kids rained HELLFIRE down on the place, trying to sue, but they had no recourse because the place doesn't have insurance, which, stupidly, is NOT required in Texas. Ugh. Just a fucking terrible place.
On top of that, the lady who botched my piercing told me she was about to be licensed for a very risky type of piercing called a microdermal, which basically just pierces a pocket in the skin in a shape similar to what a nostril-screw looks like, and was also about to be licensed for suspensions (where someone is pierced with hooks and then hung for a certain amount of time, which people do for adrenaline rushes and spiritual reasons, kind'f like walking coal fires). I can't even imagine the trouble she's getting into. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh. The entire situation completely disgusts me. I want that place shut down but there is NOTHING I can do about it. Absolutely nothing. It really upsets me to think about it.