My bloggy contribution to Daytona Beach Bike Week coverage:
He said his name was Bruno. It seemed appropriate somehow. Bruno at The Corner. Bruno at The Corner from New Jersey.
The name makes you think of a solid, unsmiling Marine; of an oversized, bumbling bloodhound, too easy to love. Except this Bruno, he had eyebrow and chin piercings, a ring through his nasal septum and a rod through his tongue -- probably piercings in places we can't see. Either way, Bruno's a big name.
The Corner, meanwhile, is a strangely idiosyncratic piercing shop along Mason Avenue, a retro oasis of body metal, tobacco, irreverent T-shirts and porn -- though they're trying to phase that last one out, Bruno said.
Bruno, the man with the big name, had a big task: To pierce my eyebrow.
You know you wanna read the rest...
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Can't say the new decoration makes you look better...actually, you make the new decoration look better!
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