I was getting my second tattoo, an eagle on my right lower leg. I had gotten my first one on my foot and thought the leg would be easier, less painful. Boy, was I wrong! It hurt worse!! For some reason, I just could not relax. During the tattooing process, I must have yelled out without meaning to or even realizing I had done so. The artist in the next room, Jim, not knowing what had happened, yelled back and wanted to know what Brian, my tattoo artist, had done to me. I was so embrassed but was unable to do anything but lay there and let him finish. At least, there were not alot of people in the shop during this.