The Tattooed HeartTo my own tattoo artist at Lucky 13
When Lee enters Tattoo 804, Chris is just finishing up with a client. Though it’s less than thirty minutes to closing time, April’s behind the counter and knows Lee’s a friend, so she waves him back to Chris’s booth. “Hey, man,” Chris says, glancing up from the ornate Celtic knot armband he’s been coloring in for a while now. The client, a pretty woman in her late twenties, grins at Lee with gritted teeth. Chris motions to a nearby chair. “Have a seat. I’m almost through.”
Lee’s two years older than Chris but they go way back. The first day after winter break when Chris had been in the fourth grade, to be exact; Lee had been a burly sixth grader, scary as s**t, patrolling the playground at their elementary school with the other tough
