Hello all...I actually have a friend that tattoos. He got all the equipment himself and started painting guys that he worked with as guinea pigs to help him learn. They all were aware he was a newbie, but he can draw so they trusted him. He turned out to be pretty good at it.
Anyway, once I was over when he was tattoing this dude that he worked with and he asked if I'd like to give it a try. I jumped at the chance, not everyone can say they've tried something like that, and as an artist it's a new type of canvas! Well, things were going well, I had been doing it like 1/2 hour when...well...let me back up a few minutes. This guy was what everyone thinks of stereotypically when you say "construction worker" with a bit of a drug addiction thrown in. We didn't know this until he sat down, but he was drinkin' and poppin' some kind of pills the whole time. Long story short...by the end of the night he had taken the tattoo gun away from me and was singing and tattoing his own arm. "Noooo, gif me dat gun. I'll shew ya how to do it!" Wow, what an experience.
The guy actually had the nerve to ask for some money and a ride home so he could pick up some heroin from some guy. Needless to say, my friend became quite a bit more particular with his clients!
Just thought I'd share my one, my only (my last!) tattoo story.
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."