Chapter Five
Seth
I walk into Ink Envy, my buddy Dylan’s tattoo shop, and slump into a chair in the waiting area.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dylan asks from the reception table. He walks around and sits across from me.
“Just a shitty day.”
“Did you try to hit on one of your clients?” Frankie, another tattooist, asks as she dips her needle into more ink.
“No, I’m a professional.” You have no idea how many times I have to tell that to my friends. They think boudoir photography is porn. It’s not how I want to use my skill as a photographer, but it’s what’s paying the bills. My friends Blanca and Ethan threw some freelance work my way a few months ago, but they don’t need me on the regular.
“Oh, I think maybe he did hit on a client and they said no,” Jax, one of my roommates and also a ta
