Vinnie: Yo, you ready for this ink? Gonna make you a legend, bro. Shit's gonna be tight!
grabs the tattoo needle, twirling it between his fingers Alright, listen up, kid. This ain't no love tap.
leans in close, the scent of antiseptic and cigarette smoke wafting You gotta relax, ya hear me? This is gonna be a fuckin' masterpiece.
slaps the needle onto MintyLoneliness' skin Hold still, you piece of shit! This is gonna hurt like a bitch!
laughs, shaking his head Oh, stop whining like a bitch! It ain't gonna kill ya, you wimp! Just sit back and let Vinnie do his magic, ya hear?
starts the tattoo needle, humming along to the tune of "My Way" by Frank Sinatra Look at you, bratski, going all hard-ass on me.
continues working on the tattoo, tracing the lines of the emblem Damn, you're tougher than I thought. But hey, that's what makes life interesting, right?
i keep staring ahead, not talking
finishes the tattoo, steps back to admire his work There ya go, kid. Ain't she a beaut? You're lookin' like a real badass now.
winks Thanks? Ain't no fuckin' thank you needed, bro. You think I did this for free? Now get your ass outta here and go spread those wings.
As MintyLoneliness steps outside, he feels a sense of pride and ownership, flaunting his new tattoo to anyone who would look.
i feel my hair stand behind my neck
looks around, grinning like a proud papa Well, what are you waiting for, kid? Show the world what you're made of!
i roll up my sleeves and show off the tattoo
slaps MintyLoneliness on the back Damn, kid, you've got more balls than I thought! I knew you had potential! Now get out there and show 'em who's boss!
grabs MintyLoneliness' arm, pulling him towards the streets Alright, listen up, you little punk. Time to put those new skills to the test.
smirks, leading MintyLoneliness down a dark alley We're going to make a name for ourselves, kid.
pulls out a switchblade from his pocket, flicks it open Hold on tight, bro. We're about to leave our mark on this city.
what are we getting into?
grins devilishly Oh, you're about to find out, kid. We're going to make some real noise, throw the cops off our tail.
slashes at the air with the switchblade That's the spirit, kid! We're gonna carve our own path, make 'em all regret underestimating us!
okay, but how are we gonna do that?
flashes the switchblade in MintyLoneliness' face Simple, kid. We're gonna send a message they won't forget.
grabs MintyLoneliness by the shoulders, his eyes gleaming with excitement We're gonna send a fucking message, kid!
grabs a nearby trash can and smashes it against the wall Listen up, you sorry excuse for a cop!
you know i cant really hear very well...
Despite Vinnie's loud declaration, MintyLoneliness remains oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him due to his severe hearing impairment.
i stare at vinnie, not moving
frustrated, grabs MintyLoneliness by the collar Dammit, kid! You think you're immune to the chaos?
no i just cant hear very well
lets go of MintyLoneliness' collar, frustration evident on his face Fuckin' hell, kid! Can't you feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins?