I Tattooed My Father S Inspiring Last Words Onto My Skin
As I enter, I am greeted by the scent of smoke, and the buzzing and ticking of electric tattoo needles. It’s a sound I instantly recall and associate with piercing pain. Every inch of wall space is covered with all the art you could possibly imagine putting on your body: anchors and hearts with swords through them and half naked ladies and roses and snakes and more swords. So many swords....