This is a bad idea.

You know it is, but what can you do now? Larry is already sterilizing a big sewing needle in the flame of a lighter, the two of you sitting close to each other on the floor of his room, humming the song that was playing on the radio while you stare at the earring you chose, doubting your choices. Too late to regret it.

Come on, what's the worst that could happen? An infection? Pff, bullshit.

" Ready? " Larry asks, blowing on the needle to cool it down. He seems to know what he is doing. Maybe not. "Don't worry, I've done this like a ton of times."