I never saw myself as the kind of guy that would get a Tat. I'm not some big brawny biker. Never saw myself as having one. Then life happens and the next thing you know I find myself sitting in a chair and the rest is history. Being my first one I didn't want to do anything that could go horribly wrong. Kept it simple...just something (someone actually) that I never wanted to be far from my thoughts...or heart. A special symbol and a simple name. That's all I needed...that's what I was given. No attempt to upsell, no attempt to take something reserved and dignified and turn it into something overstated or gaudy. I'd love to tell you that it didn't hurt...it did...but it was a good pain if that makes any sense. Envy understood but my reservation at this being my first one and my desire for dignity and class. A lot of places...a lot of people can sling ink...not everyone can understand my sensibilities. Envy did. I'm thinking about tat #2 lately. This time something a little "braver" let's say...something that will reflect a little of "me". I know Envy will capture it's essence. Thanks
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