So homey comes up to me and says, hey J.D., you do tattoos? I say yeah brother, I'm just starting out. He says, "I want this." And shows me a pic on his cell phone. I say, send it to me through email, and I'll take a look at it, see if I can do it. Holmes sends me this:



That's the exact size he sent me. It's so small, photobucket didn't even have to minimize it for the direct link. That's the pic he wants me to copy. No bullshit.

The inner dialogue in my head was screaming, "Are you fucking kidding me? What, you want a fucking blurry blob on your shoulder? Cuz that's what you sent me to copy!"

I told him I wasn't ready to do realistic, but I could try to come up with my own art that I could feel confident tattooing. He said he really wants THAT picture. I said it was too fuzzy and there wasn't much I could do with THAT picture. He said he'd think about it. I thought the whole thing was funny.