Years ago, I collected tattoo shop business cards. One day me and my buddy Rick Marshall went to San Francisco to hit as many tattoo shops as we could and ended up down in The Haight where we found a shop that advertised Tattoos, Branding and Scarification. I figured they would be a cool card to have, so I made the mistake of going in. As soon as I walked through the door I could smell burning flesh. I unassed that place so fast I damned near knocked Rick down and we're talking about a guy that ran close to 300 pounds. I could smell that shit in my nose for the rest of the day.
