Oh man. 2001, just turned 18. (Yeah I'm a young dude.) Went to this shop in MD, can't remember the name but it was on Rt. 1 a couple blocks down from Great Southern. Picked out bluebirds for my chest, a design that was from the dude's own sheet, pretty goofy and new-schooly, I didn't know shit about shit. He was a white dude with dreads and he let me pick out the music so I was even more stoked. We put on the Deftones' Adrenaline album. He smoked as he tattooed me and every few minutes told me stop moving. Didn't tell me anything about aftercare, but the "regulars" in the parking lot just told me to buy plain chapstick so I used that and freaked out because half my chest turned purple and yellow, bruised to shit. They're still there. Good ol' bluebirds..
PS his shop burned down about a month later.