One of the more interesting things about being in tattooing for some time is that you become aware of patterns in your tattoo life. These aren’t like the regular patterns like every friday is garbage day or every November 14th is my anniversary, rather these are like the patterns of the wind blowing through a field of grass or the ripples of rain on a pond, somewhere there seems to be some set of rules that all those blades of grass or ripples follow but there is no way to figure it our with logic. 1,041 more words