While my leg is out of the frame that tattoo gun is going into it. The guy holding the gun is called YoYo (no idea what his real name is) and he’s done 4 or 6 tattoos on me over the years I have been going to him. I was one of his first customers so now I get the discount and I can talk to him in crap Thai before I fall asleep. We also watch awful Thai comedies/soap operas together (I can’t tell them apart), where I laugh at the awful acting going on. It also helps his shop is attached to one of my favorite bars where on breaks I go in and get a beer for pain management.