At A Glance
Author	theCreeper
Contact	kennycreeper@hotmail.com
When	It just happened
Artist	Ted.
Studio	Bushido.
Location	Calgary, Alberta, Canada.

I went into the booth and we talked about music, it turned out Ted's another psycho and rockabilly fan. It also turns out Ted is from the same hometown as myself, I instantly felt a rapport with him as he prepared for the piercing.

He asked about what piercings I've had and if I had a job that would not allow a bridge piercing. His attention to detail and questions were extremely well thought out.

I told him where I got my tongue done and about the guy who did it.

His jaw dropped as he not only knew where I got it done but who did it. It turns out the guy who did my tongue is something of a name in piercing, Pat at Obscurities. He told me he's one of the few people in piercing he admires.

As he made me feel comfortable, I began to get nervous about the piercing as it had been ages since I got one. I apologized for being nervous and he said I didn't have to, I was getting pierced so it was natural.

Earlier I had a decent breakfast and a small lunch but was getting hungry and I felt my blood sugar drop like a stone as nervousness set in. I knew something was wrong when the sides of my vision started to become encroached in black.

A tunnel had begun to close around my head as I felt increasingly weak. I looked to Rayna as she sat in the waiting area out front as I could see her from where I sat. I motioned for her to come over, feeling that maybe if she came in I wouldn't feel so bad.

She came in and as she came in things went from bad to worse.

They were talking but their mouths were no longer moving, I saw them move in shifts as if time had slowed down and as they moved, another image of them remained stamped behind them waiting to catch up. As he moved in I could see multiples of each of them and Ted asked me to lay down. By this time the two of them were a center of a round image surrounded by blackness as if I had been staring through a telescope.

As I laid down, I thought the piercing would begin, but I could no longer see him or Rayna as they stood outside the increasing black void.

I heard Ted say he was going to get me a Coke.

Rayna was touching me, but I couldn't see her.

Ted came back in and had me sit up, and gave me a Coke to drink. He appeared worried about my condition and asked me to drink the entire Coke and said he wouldn't even touch me until I was finished.

I drank the Coke, talking to him and he asked if I wanted to continue. I said yes, and he continued to mark my spots. The entire time marking the spots had been a tough part because my face is constantly moving. My eyebrow raised all by itself and was impossible to control unless I closed my eyes.

I laid down and he explained the bridge piercing sucks. The clamps suck and the piercing itself sucks even more, he said that under that what I was about to experience would hurt.

The clamps went into position as I laid down closing my eyes, and they actually felt pretty damned good.

Rayna watched and was sweet, she held my hand, yeah laugh at me being a sissy but both her and Ted saw me just about passing out as adrenaline looked for sugar that wasn't in my blood and sucked anything it could for juice.

The piercing hurt, but not a wicked hurt, and I liked it. And, before I knew it, I was done and the pain wasn't that bad at all.

Ted said that was the toughest bridge piercing he had ever done. The time clocked in at 15 minutes under an hour.

I looked at it and said I absolutely loved it, he was great and he asked if he could take a picture. I was honored, and he took a picture of me against a wall, and after the first shot looked like I was stoned we got a good shot of it and I said it was great to now have a new piercing guy to see.

I'll now see Ted for my piercing and Doug for my tattoo. Bushido rocks my fucking socks. I wouldn't go anywhere else for a body mod.

This morning was much better than I thought it would be as I barely notice the piercing.

The experience was a good one, save the almost passing out part, which was my fault for going into it with such low blood sugar and having been pierced and inked before I should have known better.