One of my best mates, Åvar decided to grace Poland with his presence. He was heading to Krakow, to visit his fiancee’s family, but stopped in Kielce to hang out with us a bit.
Me and Åvar are basically dynamic duo - we get together, and epic shit starts to happen. Never a dull moment with this guy.
We went out to the Sphinx, grabbed a beer, talked for a bit, and then he goes “All right dudes, where’s the nearest tattoo parlor”. I made a call to my brother’s friend, Monika, who runs a shop nearby the place we were at.
We went there and he got himself a little polish flag on his ribs. He chose the ribs, because everyone is hyping it as one of the most painful spots, so he wanted to test it out. Fucking immediately, a flashback of my brother calling me while getting his Lovecraft-inspired piece on his ribs, crying and screaming into the phone for my emotional support, haha.
So yeah, he got it. A small polish flag on his ribs. Obviously acted like a tough guy at the beginning, like it doesn’t hurt at all, and of course, it wouldn’t be me if i didn’t tease him all the way through.
The cocky grin quickly turned into a painful cringe near the end, started cursing in Norwegian super loud, i only recognized “Fæn”, and “Helvete”, and since we were all after a few beers, we were laughing so hard people from the outside were literally stopping to see what’s going on. Jacek invited some girls inside to watch the show, and at the end we all took a super cheesy selfie with those girls we didn’t even know and Åvar smiling through pain like an awkward bastard, giving a thumbs up while still laying on the chair, ha.
We said our goodbyes, he went on his way to Krakow, and now i really feel like going to Oslo to hang out with all the other people there. Maybe during summer time.