Blood In--Freak Out

I met Oswaldo -aka- "Puppet" in Phoenix.
He was an active member of several intramural gangs and a few street thug development programs. So many, that he no longer wore clothing, as all "colors" are now a potential affront to his colleagues. He had been a scrappy, slap-hitting second baseman at Northern Arizona University, but jumped the team, and his scholarship, and his future, when his brother Reynaldo -- aka- "Gummi-Bear" got jumped by some suckas from the Vista Bloods...or maybe it was the Park South Crips...I can't recall, but "they hate all them bitches, mang!"

After Gummi-Bear got jumped, and Puppet came home, they realized that he needed to remember where he came from. So he tattooed his face enough to ensure that he can never leave home.






Extra deduction for breaking your mother's heart.







What this tattoo says about the wearer:

I have alienated myself to gain acceptance...sort of like Dave Coulier












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Vato Loco

I first met Alejandro in a bar, in Nuevo Laredo. He was my contact from the Cartel del Golfo.
He was going to give me the keys to a van full of weed.
I was going to give him the keys to a car full of guns ( part of the "Guns for Drugs" exchange program--don't forget to wipe off your fingerprints).
My first thought when I met him was "that nice boy's face looks like the wall in the men's room, except I can read the graffiti in there."







Extra deduction for making an ear with no tattoos look, and seem silly.







What this tattoo says about the wearer:

I have your wallet.










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Too much TIME on his hands

Yikes. So much for gang-bangers keeping a low profile.
I hope he was shooting for "creepy", because that is what he got.









Extra deduction for scaring the shit out of people, and making yourself un-parole-able.











What this tattoo says about the wearer:

I got a Life Sentence!












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