Stories

Tattoo Guns, Burnouts, and Broken Strings: The ...

When tattoos, motorcycles, and rock ’n roll collide — chaos follows. We crashed a desert festival with outlaw merch, burnout stunts, and a flaming guitar solo that sent the crowd...

Tattoo Guns, Burnouts, and Broken Strings: The ...

When tattoos, motorcycles, and rock ’n roll collide — chaos follows. We crashed a desert festival with outlaw merch, burnout stunts, and a flaming guitar solo that sent the crowd...

The Drunk Unicorn Tramp Stamp: A Tattoo Shop Horror Story (You Can’t Make This Stuff Up)

The Drunk Unicorn Tramp Stamp: A Tattoo Shop Ho...

It’s a Saturday night. The kind where the whole street smells like whiskey, burnt rubber, and regret. We’re posted up at Black Venom Ink, the kind of tattoo shop where...

The Drunk Unicorn Tramp Stamp: A Tattoo Shop Ho...

It’s a Saturday night. The kind where the whole street smells like whiskey, burnt rubber, and regret. We’re posted up at Black Venom Ink, the kind of tattoo shop where...

Ode to the Screaming Asphalt

Ode to the Screaming Asphalt

I saddled my bike, my iron-winged steed,Fueled by bad coffee and questionable need.With a bellow of thunder and a curse to the sky,I vowed, "By this mustache, today I shall...

Ode to the Screaming Asphalt

I saddled my bike, my iron-winged steed,Fueled by bad coffee and questionable need.With a bellow of thunder and a curse to the sky,I vowed, "By this mustache, today I shall...