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7 months ago
In 2003 I began working with a tattoo artist on a half sleeve. It took three sessions to get where I am now. We had one more left to finish up some details and then there was a death in my family. So, I had to put things on hold for a year and move out of state to help my parents out, but I kept in touch with the artist. When I moved back and tried to get in touch with her, I found out that she was moving out of state in a month and she kept blowing me off. So now I have a half ass tattoo that I hate because it’s not where I want it and tattoo artists are usually snooty about working on art that’s not theirs. Well, one of these days I’ll get it finished.
