So I went to a tattoo party last night. It started at 3pm. I showed at about 6:30pm because of crazy transportation issues. Just showing that late made me last in line. So I fell asleep at 3:15am and woke up at 5:15am to the sound of the tattooist packing his shit up. He said that I don't want a tattoo from a tattooist that's been inking for 12 hours straight, so he's going to make a house call tomorrow (Monday) at 10am. NICE!
You guys have to see his work; this motherfucker is amazing. I'll post pictures of some of his work.
You guys have to see his work; this motherfucker is amazing. I'll post pictures of some of his work.
lottie:
where's the pictures you keep promising us?