Damn it! I Went to One Reggaetón Concert and Now I Have a Neck Tattoo!

¡UNO, DOS, TRES, DALE!

Sorry, I don’t know why, but I can’t start sentences now until I count myself in.

It all started last Friday when I went to a Nicky Jam concert on a whim. The next day I woke up with a neck tattoo of the word “familia” in an aggressively large gothic font.

At first I thought my friends were messing with me but I knew something was up when I went to take out my night guard and it was replaced with a grill and I know they would never do…