For five long years I donned rubber gloves,put a slap of vaseline down and proceeded to penetrate them slowly and deeply.I saw the look in their eyes as they lost their virginity all the while knowing that,for most,they'd be back for more.I watched as they writhed in pain and thought to myself,and sometimes out loud,"now this is therapy,it's about time somebody else suffered for my art.".For a few of them,I actually felt bad.For others,I wondered,"why in God's name would you trust some big fat sweaty hairy man,that you only just met a few minutes ago,to stick needles in your skin that'll leave a mark that'll last a lifetime?!".Truth be told,only one in a hundred of them actually gave a shit what was going in their skin.They only cared about how much it cost.Once they knew that our minimum charge was fifty bucks,their next question was always,"whut kin I git for fitty bucks?!"....and thus,the Fitty Dolla' Sideshow.I've been thinking a lot about the time I spent at Sin On Skin (the tattoo parlor in Rhode Island where I used to poke colorful holes for a living).Five years is a long time to spend doing anything,even if it's something you love.I saw a lot during my time there,some of it I'd rather not think about.Some of it I need to think about just to get it out of my head.I need to excorcise the wannabe whiteboy gangstas,the giggle box girls(though I can't say honestly that I didn't kind of enjoy them),the bad ass muscle boys that turned to mush as soon as the needle hit,the brainless fad followers with their japanese symbols that'll only mean something to them if they carry the definition around with them and all of the members of the 'let's go get a tattoo cause we're drunk as shit'club.This time around I wanted to focus on the pain face.The face that every single one of them had right at the moment they realized,"oh shit,I'm getting a tattoo!!".Stay tuned though,as this is only your first view at the Fitty Dolla' Sideshow.Enjoy!!