I had status and small fortune, which I spent mostly on women and booze.
The days usually started with a hangover and a needle. And the needle would only stop after the sun had set. I would tattoo up to five people a day. My hasty work was not complementing my art, but did well for my need of booze and women. Finally I decided to stop tattooing altogether. I would keep that up until my fortune would go dry.

Then someone came along and put a change to that. A woman. The first woman who ever to asked me for a tattoo. With my needle and the black ink I carefully drew the logo of Atlantis on her back. As of that moment I decided not to travel anymore. This woman has changed something in me. She stirred up a desire for something different. A desire for her. I wanted to make a life with her, right here.

A life that allowed me to do what I do best and say farewell to the harsh life out on the seas. I chose land.read on