my first year of tattooing

I was:

quiet

shy

goofy

not very tattooed

afraid to offend a client

afraid to say no to one

really into mandalas

hyped to draw with prismacolor pencils

really into the band neurosis

in a crappy relationship

working with some geniuses

intimidated by them

trying hard

being confused a lot

afraid to hurt people

mad that less-talented artists made more than me

not sure I was a good enough artist to tattoo people