Sorta stuck in a little rainy spell. But, you take the weather you get.
The dog wasn’t worried by a little rain.
Just think about “Walk ins welcome”. Just walk in and let a stranger inject indelible pigment into your body? Seriously?
Yesterday when the power was out they rolled their clients out on the sidewalk to finish up the work. Apparently tattoo guns have battery backup. I so wanted to take a picture. But, it didn’t seem polite.
Then, when I was coming back in after watching the sunset, the power was back on and business was back in the shop. There was a fine-looking man getting his fine bare-ass butt decorated. I wondered about that. How long before he could sit down? Or even wear pants. Was he going to go home wearing a malo?