Danny started his first tattoo parlor in a run-down strip mall.
He did good work, built a reputation.
Used his savings to buy the strip mall, had it renovated.
Scrubbed, painted, resurfaced and lit the parking lot.
Classy and upscale.
One morning, he went to work and someone had tagged his window.
It took an hour to scrape and scrub off.
Camping out that night, he caught the tagger.
“Man, I have a right to share my art!” was the tagger’s defense.
So Danny knocked him out, put him in the chair, and covered his body with his own art.