I thought maybe I should slow down.
Baby Ray, a tattooist who I looked up to and respected,
and Mark Mahoney both had an hour conversation with me
basically telling me, “You deserve a first-class life and to become a real tattooer,
but you're bullshitting. You're barely surviving.
You're fucking loaded 24 hours a day.
How are you going to learn this art?” It made sense. Baby Ray said,
“If you make the decision to change your life, take direction from me, and sober up,
I'll teach you the real art of tattooing.” I said I'd do it.
We ended up moving to Spotlight Tattoo under Bob Roberts, and I worked there for three years.