I Pray To Crom

I grew up in a hippy ass section of Minneapolis called the West Bank, and there were a few biker bars on the south end of the neighborhood. I remember I was about 8 years old when I really noticed them and thought they were rad as shit. On another note, I remember when my son first noticed tattoos as something unnatural on the body. When he was 3, he was sitting on my lap when his eyes locked onto my arm. He grabbed my arm firmly and scanned it over with intense focus...then let out the words "cool, dad"

Got my 1st tattoo the day after my 18th birthday at the oldest shop in my town. a tribal-ish sun on my inner forearm. over a decade later, I ended up apprenticing there.

I hear ya. This happened a lot at the last shop I worked at. My default fix was to put long eyelashes on it if the piece is an animal. If its a inanimate desgin I just use the power of suggestion after drawing up the design and telling them, "see what I did there? (points to whatever) That's to give it a more delecate feminine vibe" They almost always go with it.

I acknowledge you're holler back, and salute you good sir.

Yo, I'm just a dude who found this forum cause my boss put me on to this site. My name is Adam, I live in Minneapolis, and I've been tattooing professionaly for a measly 1 year. Recently started at a new shop from leaving the one I apprrenticed at. Still learning a fuck ton. I'll probably lurk pretty hard for a while, and not post too much. Still thought I'd introduce myself. Holler