Obsidian Rose Tattoo Inc
The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it. At the age of 16, I was incarcerated for stealing budgies from a Luxembourg pet store. While serving time, I befriended an artist, serving time for DVD piracy. "Clive" taught me the ways of the tattooist. Soon the entire prison population would be sporting my trademark "Big toe daisy" tattoo. Once out of jail, I began working at my craft professionally.
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