yesterday a customer came in the shop looking to get tattooed. He was a scrawny indian guy, maybe late 20's, early 30's....old enough to know better, fair skinned, and vibrating with impatience. he was donned in an imitation polo button up, tucked into khaki shorts, but only in the front, and hot pink flip flops. the conversation went as follows:
him: yes, hello, are you have pentagram?
me: yeah, i can probably rustle one up for you somewhere, how big do you want it?
him: (takes off shirt to reveal giand goat-head tattoo on back) yes, to fit above tattoo here, going onto my neck.
me: ok, let me draw something up for you....
him: (3 seconds after i sit down and start drawing) excuse me can you make some bloody red there also, i want to make it ultimate evil.
me: sure pal, no problem. why, back home the usually call me scott "the ultimate evil" campbell
him: in new york you are much evil?
me: no, i think they just say that because i don't shower very often.
him: i don't understand.
me: yeah, me neither.
(fifteen minutes later while i'm tattooing him)
me: so, you're into this whole satan thing, huh?
him: satan?...yes i am worshiping satan
me: cool.... how's that working out for you?..
him: very fun, much evil
me: did satan tell you to wear those shoes?...
him: no, my wife buy these in chinatown....
me: i think that maybe satan and your wife are just messing with you......
him: i think you are messing with me.
me: hey man, don't kill the messenger....
him: "the messenger"...i see this movie...american movie, very good...
me: yeah, ....it was an allright movie....i think milla jojovich is a pretty horrible actress....
him: i think more pretty with long hair.....in the movie she is cutting her hair short, very ugly...
me: yeah, i don't know why she did that, i think satan told her to do it.....
him: i like very much satan....
me: of course you do....