Kitchen Counter was an "Oh shit I didn't buy the Massage table I was going to" type of deal. I had a massage table lined up to buy that was gangster as hell. Portable with a 4" dense foam 72" x like 42". Shit was going to be gangster and then I realized that I don't make shit for pay at my work, I have rent due, bills due, child support due, and well I need gas money for two whole weeks lol.

Needless to say I am hoping to have something a bit more comfortable her next session that isn't in the kitchen. It shall be in the room i Dubbed the "future bedroom of alvin/tattoo room" lol

I've only tattood one person that was beligerant...but she insisted and this was when I first started. oh well we all make mistakes.


Usually a beer calms nerves or a shot so I let people have a shot or two or a beer or two. I mean look at the size of toxxxic and the size of her tattoo. She sat 3-3.5 hours of me starting and stopping because I am a chatter box. lol.


It was a very enjoyable tattoo. Next session is to finish up the black work. There was no color planned for the tattoo but maybe I can convince her to get a little bit of color in her.

Both Rach and D were very cool people. People I could hang out with outside of my profession