I stopped going to my tattooist over a silly thing regarding him being straightedge and me not. He's not the type to throw it in your face or anything, in fact it was about a year before I figured it out. But after a while, he starting getting pissier and pissier and bitchy about me smoking weed.

The last time I went was with a friend, the tat was not for me, but he still looked me in the eye, like he was checking to see if they were red. Then he made that tssk sound with his tongue. I already have a mom, I don't need that shit. That was the end of it for me, and I haven't been back since, although I do still think he's total hotness.