Tattoos | Eddie Collins (storiesonskin) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-21 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | bohemianism, tattoos |
Who: Tattoos and Bohemianism
What: Who knows?
When: Sunday night.
Where: NYC Ink
Warning: Eddie has a potty-mouth.
Just another evening at the grind for Eddie and the whole staff of the tattoo parlor - which included three artists, an apprentice and a piercer. Eddie was lounging on one of the black leather sofas near the front window of the store with a boot propped up on a stack of magazines on the table in front of him and a cigarette hanging between his fingers. Fuck the smoking bans, he could and would do whatever the hell he pleased in his own shop.
Now and then the bell run and someone wandered in, gave a passing glance to the lounging god and made their way up to the front counter. It was a slow trickle right now, a few appointments and a few walk-ins and nothing that they couldn't handle without him. But it wasn't like Eddie had any other place to go. The man lived here - above the shop, actually, in a two-bedroom apartment that was too big for one man. So he stayed down here where he could watch. Watch and inspire.