1974, just days after I turned 18. Skinny, long-haired rock-n-roller.
In some name-unknown parlor on Chippewa Street in Buffalo, NY (which at the time was skid row = Junkies, Prostitutes, rank bars and tattoo parlors). Flash from the wall.
As with the times, I don't remember much if any of the experience.
Here's what's left of it: