"He does." she said, pointing to her boyfriend. He was heavily tatted as well, looking really cool. He reminded me of a young man trapped in an older, more cool, grouchier guy's body. He invited me to come over to his "spot" where he works. He non-nonchalantly mentioned this was also his Grandma's house.
It may surprise you to find out I, up to this point, had never gotten a tattoo in a private residence, or at a party, as so so many people do. When he explained he could tattoo a bow on my wrist the following week, I got really nervous. I was instructed to just drop by his house after I was done working.
My mind went both ways for a bit, In a way I was apprehensive of getting tattooed at someones house, let alone where their grandma is right around the corner making spaghetti. However, there was not one piece on either one of them that I absolutely did not DIE OVER. I knew I had to balls up and go over there.
Of course I drug some girlfriends, and I have never been so glad I went in my whole life. After being worked on by him, I could never have anyone else touch me ever again. His ideas are brilliant, his creativity is borderline genius, and his personality is hilarious. He has done my entire half-sleeve, and will finish my chest piece. Now he is gainfully employed at a great, bonafide shop here in Corona, Sixth Street Tattoo. I had not seen him in months, so we had a lot to catch up on. We had so much fun last night I don't think I ever stopped laughing.
Please follow him on his Instagram if you're interested in his work, his band, or just busting a general gut.