Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction.
We all have our tattoo horror stories. Well maybe not all of us but most of us have a least heard a bad tattoo story. Why else would there be shows like Bad Ink and Tattoo Nightmares? But there are the few of us that have gotten our tattoos and have loved them. I was … Continue reading Tattooed