As you walk into Luceros basement, you hear an uncomfortable buzzing sound, as if you were walking into a beehive. There is music playing to cover up the sound of the buzzing that fills his room. When you open the door to his room, you are hit with a warm blast of air and the scent of vanilla candles and inscents to cover the smell of ink mixed with blood. His room is surprisingly bright for being in the basement, but then it must be for him to do his work.
As soon as he gets a chance, he looks up at you with his thick black framed glassed and his backwards baseball cap. The first think you would think about him is that he is some hard ass who you wouldn’t feel comfortable talking to because of all of his tattoos and the three lip rings on his bottom lip. He turns to you and greets you with “Hi” followed by your last name. I’m not too sure why we greet each other with our last names but we always have. He then reaches his hand out with his blackened glove from the ink, wanting you to shake his hand (Daps and Pounds), even though he knows no one will touch his hand until he has taken his glove off.
When he dips his gun back in the ink, you know it is time for him to get back to work. He then asks the stranger on the table how he’s doing and if he is ready to get started again. As he runs the needle across his clients arm, the kid closes his eyes trying to hide the pain that he is feeling. Anyone who has a tattoo and says that it doesn’t hurt is, a damn liar. While you wait for him to finish up with the kid in front of you, you can look around his room for stuff to keep you occupied. There are all kinds of magazines lying around and posters on the wall.
When he finishes up with his first customer he always has to go through the same routine, telling him what you can and cant do. “ No swimming, don’t scratch it, stay out of the sun and keep ointment on it at all times for the first week.,” he tells the kid as he walks him out. When he returns to the room he is...