personal tattoo memoir i guess
however, this is my apprenticeship (former apprenticeship would be more proper) story.
i grew up in a suburb close to the city, since i was a freshman in highschool all i wanted was to tattoo, its one of those last true art forms that you can make a living doing. i spent days after days going into the same shop all the way through highschool and eventually gave up hope they'd take me on. i kept going and one day i got offered the dream. i niave of course, jumped on it. started cleaning the shop ect ect. it was fine and dandy for the first couple of months, drunk jager, was friendly to customers, did paperwork, thats all. then the brutal hazing began, which as a sidenote is probaly my fault for telling them i understood this and was ready to take whatever they threw. a few of the favorite stories ill share in a minute, im sure it will disgust you guys the horrible shit that went on, it makes me sick. but basically i went on with it and got into an apprenticeship got mostly done and one day they just dropped me out of the blue, told me they had kept no paperwork, no evidence i worked there and pretty much fucked me. i tried to get into other shops but, once youve tattooed around here, if you dont have your license, your a scratcher and dead to the tattoo community. which is a very shitty way to treat my situation. reguardless, i ended up living the dream being fucked over and lost it. some shop antics.... while drinking and smoking pot while tattooing is bad enough heres some days that made me want to quit. (p.s. i never indulged in such stupidity while working with anything steril-needed, even cleaning tubes, if i was drinking all i was doing was paperwork and answering the phone) the first crap incident was the guys joking around poking fun, deciding to try to "fit in" i made jokes back, punishment? picking up every ciggarette butt in the parking lot, its in a strip mall... yeah. EVERY ONE OF THEM, in black latex gloves in 100 degree weather, and i was expected to keep answering the phone and handling customers, i filled an entire trash sack with cigarette butts. keep in mind i expected such to happen, it builds character. haha later on the hazing got worse, if something wasnt ready for the artists i.e. gloves waiting on them before their gloves ran out theyed chuck whatever it was at me, no matter what i was doing. this had to not only look like shit for the customers, it was usually something hard and painfull, if im scrubbing tubes and get sliced open and fall foreward into the ultrasonic and splash that dirty water into it, im fucked, theres aids and hep c. luckily i managed to become almost ninja like and not get seriously injured, however heres the story i wanted to share, it takes the cake by far... after earning my spot i was still desk bitch, where we all start, this afternoon everyone was especially drunk [a gallon of jager was consumed, none by me, i decided to play shop mom] im enjoying my time there are 2 people getting tattooed and one artist had left thats 2 artist working, on two people. one of them had brought her kids a girl 17 and drop dead gorgeous and a cute little boy who was 7 i believe. i spent the time applying fake tattoos to the small boy and flirting with his sister til the drunkest artists client left when CRASH i turn to to see he had broken a friggen piece of framed flash over his head for no reason, was bleeding everywhere, i had to clean him up and started working on cleaning up the glass and blood while he started tattooing the kids mom [putting his fucking name on her none the less] i go into the back room to get the glass outside to the garbage as quick as possible and while cleaning and enjoying my shit job i hear "you slut!" crying and the door crashing shut, i stop what im doing to go see whats going on, he was preforming sexual acts with their mother mostly his hand in her, and her under garments clear down by her ankles. were still open for buisness, this sucks, we just went from crazy to fullblown getting on the news if people see this. i decide fuck that guy, he fucked up if he gets on the news his fault, i go find the kids and calm them down tell them to wait for me out back. i go inside turn the sign off a few minutes early and put a blind up in front of them too and pull the window blinds down. i talk to the other artist explain the situation he sees and i ask him for my cut of earnings to take the kids out to a movie and get them away, he agrees, so i do so, take the kids to go see a kids movie. calm the girl down have a deep talk [ended up getting a kiss too] take them home. next day i walk in to do the daily shop cleaning of mopping vacumming tube cleaning ect. the place is destroyed, it looked like an all night fiesta with tequila rage going on. tattoo machines and supplies still out, ink all over the floor, blood ect. i clean furiously for an hour and a half before everyone shows up hung over. and whatd this dick do? he gave me 20 bucks and said it was hush money, and i quote "if you tell my wife they wont find your body".
dont take this as me being discouraging, im still working twoards getting a new apprenticeship, i just want to warn others, if you find a shop who does things a little too relaxed, dont put up with it, after all that shit, i didnt get my license, had to stomach my values and am pretty much screwed from tattooing in my home town. CHOOSE A MENTOR WISELY. this is my horrible story and i hope others can learn from it.
p.s. if anyones freaking out about me making out with the hot underage girl [who was 17], i was 18 no biggie. im 19 now and on the prowel for a new apprenticeship in a shop about the art, not being a rockstar.
i keep lurking this site, to pick up new tricks and decipher out the crap i got lied about by them dudes, this site is great, and to all who are on here be greatful, most sites like this get overrunned with the rockstar mentality tattoo artist and you never get these tips.
