They're by Evil Anjel and there's a custom van with a flat tire or two sitting outside, there's probably some high caliber artwork being done herein.
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7 comments:
Notice the spelling of angel? You can be certain they would fuck your "Satin" tattoo in a royal way. Thanks for the warning Nads. I'll be sure to get my Bromeo Manchild tribute tattoo on down the road a piece.
It has been dubbed the "INK VAN". No doubt a mobile tattoo studio. I drive past this piece of shit everyday. If you don't have the skills to produce a halfway decent sign for your art business, you sure as hell ain't tattooing me....unless you are really cheap.
What's wrong with that sign, El Shanebo? I thinks it's got a certain charm, albeit in meth lab sort of way.
Also one should never judge a book by the cover, Cleo's down on the Trail gives no clues as to what the entertainers within look like. It's called mystique, although I'm pretty any tats done by the Anjel would be a mistake, much in the same way that Hells Anjels, Charlie's Anjels and Anjels Diner all sound a tad bit wrong.
This is the critical difference I find in living in South Florida vs. Orlando. While we have our own brand of homemade shit, this kind of wildly decrepit dangerous redneck brain-damaged hogwash is absent. Must be the ocean breeze here, or the pan-cultural melting pot vibe, but it just doesn't make it here. That said, the Artemus Pyle band is playing at the Fruit & Spice Park in Homestead next week. Once you get that far south, some of the trailer-ism reappears.
Barry, you're just upset because Lockhart rejected you, plus there are rednecks in the 305, they're just harder to spot.
I've got a few tattoos by Evil Anjel. The work he does is great, I recommend all my friends to him and I know they all come out wanting more.
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