Humans have been tattooing their skin for thousands of years. What compels us to puncture our skin to leave a permanent mark resulting in a scar with pigment? Is it something to remember or something that we never want to forget even after our mind is gone? Or is it to show others where we have gone or what we believe? No matter the purpose, it is a painful process. It takes a lot of commitment or a lot of dumb will. I never knew how important tattoos would be to me or how it would impact my life and others around me. When I would draw as a kid never did I think I would be tattooing someone else's skin, no matter how much I drew on mine. Now I can't picture a life without doing it. I want to be old and tattoo until my body and mind cant physically do it. I'm very lucky to give my friends work they will have for the rest of their life. Every tattoo has a story even if it doesn't have meaning. It is a mark in time of what we were doing and who we where doing it with and the places we went. Even the tattoos we regret. The veracity that tattoos carry through life only remind us how human we are. And the tattoos we love, may they not die without me, but live in the hearts of the ones that we love.
This is a true homie that got the Dead Tooth in county after I started this venture. Such a Motha Fuckin honor. He is definitely on a short list of people to call if I need to erase a body from existence. If you have one of these friends don't let them go.
