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Me? You co trouble, or with an attitude, you can carry your ass right back out the door The only thing Mo at Ink Me so etting into trouble or hanging with the wrong crowd Even so, I still had to learn to hold ot and the her I becauys as forced to do the bidding of soht he ruled the streets I didn’t want to be the one who ruled the streets either I just wanted to be left alone So, I made sure I was I didn’t look for confrontation, but I sure as shit didn’t back down from it if it was thrown in my face From my mid-teens and on, my reputation was, you don’t fuck with me, I won’t fuck with you But if you do fuck with me, you’ll be in a world of hurt
Another business on this side of the tracks is Abe’s Gya It was Abe’s teachings that helped build my status of bei
ng someone to not screith
My reputation has carried over into Ink Me, and with that, the clientele has drastically changed for the good With the place cleaned up, the shitheads no longer coood artist and tattooist, business is triple what it used to be I get people fro in, and I book up weeks in advance
Draining the last ofTi so and the only ti an ie come to life on paper There were times I’d be at our rickety kitchen table, my hands dirty with pencil lead, and my parents had to practically pry the pencil and paper froood at So I was proud of
I don’t knoI drop the pencil on the desk and dig the heels ofto wipe away the scratchy feeling of not getting enough sleep the night before Luckily,in the back of my head
Looking down at the paper in front of me, I’m surprised to see I’m almost done Just a feeaks here and there and then I can call the client and set a time for him to come check it over
Hearing cabinets slam in the back room, I twistof sitting in one position for so long, then stand and stretch After, Ito herself as she searches for so
“It’s sainst the doorway
She whips around, clutching her chest dramatically “Holy shit balls, Luca You scared the hell out of ive her a minute before her eyes narrow “What do you mean, it’s smashed?”
I tip my chin to the trash can and she walks over to peer inside “You left it on the counter, and when I came in, it fell”
A scowl forms on her face as she looks at the re her eyebrows to form a deep V Her eyes lift to er at her before she has a chance to open her
“Save it I’ve told you to put your shit away and you didn’t listen”
She huffs out a breath, but keeps quiet, knowing I’ as I can re her shit out around the house Mom used to threaten to throw her stuff out if she didn’t learn to put it away Of course, Moh with it Which et aith it, and that’s carried over into adulthood She kicks ass at tattoos, is daood asbonkers when she leaves her shit all over the place Luckily, she keeps her work station clutter-free and clean because she knows that’s one thing I won’t put up with We stick people with needles all day and she understands the importance of cleanliness when it comes to that I’ve learned to pick my battles where I can
With a mournful look at the trash can, she spins on her heel and stalks over to the cabinet that holds some Styrofoam cups and pulls one free from the stack