Cleveland girls know what henna is and want it NOW!

At 10 am, opening time, we're nicely settled and I glance over my shoulder towards the entrance, and there's a WALL of headbangers advancing down the path like the barbarian horde, but in a slacker sort of way. It's a bit like the cast of Scoobie Doo came alive, cloned a thousand fold, and walked out of their spawning beds pissed.

Navel and nipple piercings are mandatory as is espressive underwear display. Marilyn Manson fans clump along in 7" platformed boots and sepulchral makeup.

Cleveland girls know what henna is and want it NOW! The line is 6 deep for hours!