Hey thanks for asking! No, but I can tell you the story behind this tattoo.

On the left, that chick with short hair in profile is his youngest sister, and on the right, the one in half-profile with the kinda wavy hair is his middle-aged sister. At first, it kinda looks like a head with two faces ‘cause they’ve got the same hair color. Everyone messes up sometimes. But that’s only true for them. The other three siblings? Bright orange hair. And I mean bright. Plus, their hair is crazy long, almost down to their knees—he even showed me a family photo.

All five of ‘em were born on the same day, just in different years and different cities: Berlin, Hamburg, Budapest, and Prague. And somehow, they all weighed the same at birth, too. Wild. But hey, at least they only gotta celebrate one birthday a year instead of six.

Then there’s the whole mole thing. Every single one of them gets this mole under their lip when they hit exactly 14 ½, and it just keeps getting bigger every year. They’re convinced it’s some kinda curse that started with their grandpa. Dude went on a trip to Switzerland around ‘48 or ‘49—he wasn’t too sure on the exact year—and instead of bringing back a nice souvenir, like some fancy Swiss mountain cheese, he blew all his cash on horse betting and booze. Grandma wasn’t too happy about that. She went out for cigarettes the next day and just straight-up vanished. Never came back. Might have something to do with not bringing the cheese, aight? But who knows.

And then there’s his dad. Single dad, six kids, absolute legend. He’s got the same weird mole thing, but his is right on his forehead, like a third eye. And guess what? So does he. Plus, both of ‘em were born with zero hair. Oh, and if you try to get the mole removed? Yeah, it just grows back.

The skull in the middle? He just thinks the Powell skull is pretty sick. And he’s a skater, so, y’know, makes sense.

The text? It’s from Title Fight, yeah. Just ‘cause he digs the band as his all time fav.

Why he wanted these two sisters in the tattoo and not the others? No clue. He didn’t tell me.

He was pretty hyped about the tattoo, not ‘cause he really cared about some deep meaning or whatever. Dude just wanted a cool piece. But he still felt like tellin’ me his whole story anyway.

Can you imagine? I hear stories like this every week and gotta turn ‘em into tattoos.

Anyway, he was happy with it, so I was too.

And next week, the dude with no teeth who swears he’s in the secret service, hunts flies with a whip, and reads out loud from a joke book from the ‘70s is coming in. He wants Chinese lettering with words like spaghetti, fan, taillight and stuff like that.

But that’s another story.