I was getting a tattoo yesterday and there was an Australian guy sitting next to me also getting one. From what he said, I assume he was on a cruise ship and had stopped off in Auckland briefly where he had decided to get a tattoo. There’s nothing wrong with that, he picked a very reputable shop and it turned out well, but it was the stories he was telling of his previous two tattoos that were horrible.
One looked semi decent, it was a word I couldn’t read in artistic graffiti style, his comment being “the guy who did it was sober for half of it anyway”. The worst one, although I had no opportunity to get a picture, was a completely unrecognisable dragon. He was showing us how one of the arms and the foot wasn’t even attached properly and it just looked like a mess of faded black lines.
His story was that on his eighteenth birthday, him and his friends got drunk and decided to get a tattoo. The picked this particular tattoo shop because, get this, they also sold bongs. They decided to smoke weed with the tattooist, after which he asked them if they wanted a tattoo. This turned into almost a game where they each stood in front of a wall of designs and pointed to a random one. They then got these tattoos, while drunk and stoned, from an also stoned tattooist, and the results were absolutely shocking.
He didn’t seem too bothered by his terrible tattoo, he just laughed and said “we probably should have waited until afterwards to get high, but oh well”.
All I can commend him on is finally getting a tattoo where the artist was sober for the entire duration.