Tattoo Me Not

So, back in the Wudaokou area again. Before the latest gentrification project, the sidewalk running down the right-hand side of the road as one walked to the Wudaokou Subway station used to be about two car width wide. Vendors would setup there and make one run a proverbial gauntlet on the way to the subway or popular hangouts next to it. And, stationed in that area was this broken down van, the top of which is visible in the bottom center of the photograph. The side panels of it are adorned with pictures of some of the most hideous tattoos I’ve seen. Just awful work. Anyway, I kid you not, they used to do work in the van. I mean, you’d walk by and hear the gun a whirring. bzzzzzzzzzz.

Anyway, they also had this little “customized” sports car replete with advertisements for the joint. When the had the phone number put on the car, someone had left out an ‘8’. I think there were supposed to four and only three were in it. So, well, they kinda added the ‘8’ above the phone number. Now, it might just be me, but if one cannot plan well enough in putting decals on a car, I certainly don’t want them putting something permanent on my skin.

Just for the record, for those who don’t know me or haven’t seen my profile, I’m wearing some pretty significant Chinese ink on my chest.

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