An express tune-up at the auto shop leads to interesting conversations and life stories shared among oil and chrome. Thompson owned a tattoo parlor for 8 years until the 2009 economy pushed him out of business. After working in the auto store for 3 years, he is a bonafide car whiz. With a quick twist of the wrench, screws are out, battery replaced, wipers cleaned, and car humming along smoothly.
Hair slicked back with greasy grace, his easy-going demeanor is betrayed by a discerning eye and determined concentration on the task at hand. While he acts like a mechanic, his arms tell a different tale. “What do your tattoos represent?” we ask. “My last life”, he decidedly replies. They represent an artist, making his way through the stickiness of life.