Tattoo biography

At the time when these events took place, I already had tattoos even a couple of I made myself and the lion's share of Self -irony. One of my comrades, a bartender by profession, decided to change the profile and went to study on the tattoo of the master. According to him, the training cost more than that. He went to the studio, painted, beat on artificial skin. The final exam is a few tattoos in public.

I followed his training, saw several of his graduation works, the simplest drawings, nothing special, but made acceptable. He wanted to himself freebies, discussed with him, he was only glad - practice. Every Sunday, I met him drunk, told him that he was not ready to clog him when he was a hangover, and he said that everything would be ok. Monday, he is with a light hangover, we are at his house.

He met his mother, she knew about his manual and even adjusted his old tattoo: I had an idea for a long time to make a funny cat from the sketches of Jay Cartner, who looked like this, since I had already made tattoos, it seemed to me that this was not a complicated drawing. We decided to make it approximately on the ribs. He was preparing a workplace, everything was stiringly and cool, they transferred the drawing to the body, everything is ok.

They began to do it incredibly painful. Just tin. I puffed, holding my breath, asked him to even give me a minute to tune in. We neighed over the situation, but my hands were so sweating that I was ready to water everything like a spider, instead of a web, watering everything with water. I think that this was due to the fact that he had an inextricable needle too deep. His mother then said that I moaned very sexy, giggled together.

Visually, there was no point in comparing something, it is not particularly visible on the ribs, and I thought that we had to wait until he is healing, the so on. Five days passed, I shot the film and saw it. About 15 minutes I was sad, I had some kind of dead cat on my side, or a ghost of what I wanted. I thought that whether it was now necessary to block it with another tattoo or leave it like that.

He wrote to him, showed what happened, in response he heard: "Well come, we will correct." In the moment, it sounded so sincerely on his part, but I already began to laugh at the situation and of course refused correction, as well as his further services. He began to write and tell friends that it is better not to make free tattoos and that it is for life.

When he came to the master, they already laughed there that one more ugly cat will turn out and in the end it would be necessary to score the whole belt with ugly cats. Comrade tattoo did not become a tattoo, he still has similar works on friends, but everything is within the framework of humor, no offenses. Friends are good for everyone, get clogged with professionals.