I started tattooing back in 2000 after the whole Y2K thing. Literally. Two days after. I bought some tattoo equipment from a pawn shop, and as soon as I got back to my house, I began making a lot of my friends really ugly.
I've been interested in tattooing for as long as I can remember. Growing up in Woodbridge, Virginia I recall sneaking across Jefferson Davis Highway (US 1) to go skate the Woodbridge Ditch (R.I.P.) I remember these older dudes ripping who had tattoos all over their arms and legs, and I thought to myself... If you want to be a good skateboarder, you'll have to get some tattoos.
I started drawing my ass off to a point that it's all I was doing in school and at home. I started taking art classes and stared getting tattooed.
I went to get my stomach tattooed by my friend and Fredericksburg legend, Gary Clark. I watch his every move and just tried to copy what he did.
That didn't work.
However, I did land an apprenticeship, and work at two shops in Virginia for almost a year. In between working in a kitchen and tattooing part time, I was ready for something new and different. So I left Virginia and Moved to Florida.
When I arrived in Florida, I started working in kitchens again, hanging out doing the bar thing and met an amazing women named Samantha (who in a whole other story becomes my wife and mother of our two boys) who helped me get my head straight and got me focused on our future.