15 years ago. I was sunburnt, the tattooist was hungover, and it was the last day of my first tour in a metal band. Memories and souvenirs. Is it shitty? You betcha. Regrets? None.
This is the work of my artists ex-wive's boyfriend.
When they divorced she kept the shop and hooked up with this guy who is constantly getting dragged online for his horrible tattoos.