The Ink
The second one out the house. We took the format off the chair and put it on the bench: the machine runs while the conversation does, and the room light stays the room light. Nobody hears the questions. They sit on screen as cards, and he answers them.
Six cuts from the sit down. He talks about the name, the first tattoo at thirteen, the people who did not think it was a real job, and the fourth of July he spent covering an ex's whole name off somebody's back.
The room
Legion Ink sits on North New Braunfels behind burglar bars, and Smiley works black and grey in the back. He has been Smiley since he was twelve, from a neighbourhood where he never talked much but always laughed. Most people who come through the shop do not know his real name.
Book him at @smiley_one98. Stills and the full sit down went to him first. House rule, the subject sees it before anyone.