I went and got my ears repierced today - I had them done back in the 70s, but my holes grew over, so... I'd talked it over the night before with Mom, remembering the bad old days, when they would hold a cork on the back of your ear, heat up a needle by running it through a candle flame and shove it through. I was feeling very grateful for modern conveniences, having scouted the internet and found a piercing artist who was a certified professional yada yada...
So, showed up, and it's a head shop. Half piercing studio, half vape shop, run by a woman who I'm pretty sure followed the Dead for a while. Purple dyed hair, she makes Victorian lampshades, she gave me organic instructions on how to care for the ears, the whole shebang. I was doing ok until she had me sat down in the hand chair (see above), prepped up and pulled out... yep. You guessed it. Cork. But on the other hand, she gave me a stuffed monkey to hold onto while she pierced me, so we survived.
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