Òyì nke e mepụtara

The beauty of a tattoo parlor is lost on most. The neon signs, the wrinkled magazines, the worn chairs, the buzzing. Buzz Buzz. It’s artists selling under-appreciated works in unrecognized museums. I love tattoos. I judge people by them. I mean tattoos are forever, you can change your religion. I don’t know exactly why but I’ve always loved them. 25 years on this planet and most of them were spent adoring tattoos. I can pinpoint the day, nay the second I began the thirst for my ink filled addict