"Some of it." He admitted, "I got it done when I was... Less good at art." As a kid he'd never been serious about it. He was really more of a doodler. It helped keep him still in class when he was having a hard time paying attention. It wasn't until he took a few Graphic Design and art courses at Hobbs (which he finished up with the rest of his degrees at Yale once off the island) that he made an effort. This tattoo was done when he was pretty fresh off the island. It was sort of nostalgic really. Things that reminded him of home and being a kid: papers on fire, sour gummy worms, broken Xbox controllers, etc, all mysteriously and perfectly melded into a cohesive piece. He'd always meant to add onto it, but he'd lost touch with the original artist and had't found the right person yet.
J.J. had to shift all the supplies to the new location, which he did quickly, and brought the stencil over for her to check out before he started or placed it. "Look okay to you? He didn't spell anything wrong?" that was just a dig at poor Mike. J.J. was a very good speller. He would have caught it if there were any problems.