While I was resketching the tattoo design, Zach rolled a joint. He waited until I was done with my sketch, to light it. After he took a hit, and passed it to me, he nonchalantly asked, "Have you ever considered working at a tattoo parlor?"
I thought about it for a second, as I took a hit off of the joint. After I passed the joint back to Zach, I replied, "Not really. I don't know if I would like having to hold a tattoo gun for such long amounts of time."
Zach chuckled, before he stated, "You wouldn't necessarily have to be the person who does the actual tattoo. You could be the person who sketches the tattoos on the special paper they use."
We continued to pass the joint back and forth, while I thought about what Zach said. The idea was definitely intriguing, but I
