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I Finally Went Back

And read over the past few hundred (or not even nearly close to that many) posts concerning Alaska, and it’s incredibly confusing. Here’s her story and how it started to associate with me. I’d just started my apprenticeship at the parlor and this girl came wandering into the shop, wanting to get a tattoo done. Now I’m working on the light table on a fox sketch, and she sees it and says “that’s what I want.”

This fucking girl is black hair and blue eyes and freckles and smiles and cigarette smoke and I handed her the design I barely finished because I didn’t have anything else to do, and she had it done later that day. She still has that fox running across her ribs, I’ve felt it, I’ve felt my own artwork on someone else’s skin which is an incredible experience. Before she left the shop that first day, she gave me her phone number. I already knew her name from listening in on conversations during the inking.

Alaska.