How to know when "Fuck It" is Fake Freedom

Being a grown-ass adult can come in handy

Let's get a tattoo," I cry, drunk on the night air of Oakland spilling through the open window of my friend's car.

Never mind that I don't have any tattoos, haven't done any research, and don't even know what I want or what would be meaningful. 

We walk into the sidewalk tattoo shop I'd seen from the street.

Dingy, with fluorescent lights flickering.

So…