The subject of tattooing people who suffer from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, diagnosed or otherwise, is pretty sketchy. It’s never pleasant dealing with someone who insists on mechanical precision from human hands. It’s even worse when you are dealing with someone who doesn’t communicate well and goes from zero to sixty in no time flat. Settle down jabroni, we’re doing our best here!

Such was the case with Andy who came into the shop as a walk-in and wanted a dot and a dash to coordinate with a series of three dots he already had. We were busy so we set him an appointment for the next day and when young Andy came in he immediately started causing problems.

The artist set about stenciling the dot and dash and Andy was angry that the stencil didn’t include the original three dots. The artist explained to him that if that were the case, it would make it more difficult to properly center and space the new parts of the tattoo and that if we needed to move the stencil it would make the old tattoo look blurry and thus make it less likely that we could properly center and space the tattoo.

See the theme here? If we do it your way, Andy, it’s gonna fuck everything up.

But no, Andy didn’t see it our way. Instead, Andy decided he didn’t want to be tattooed anymore. He’d paid an $80 deposit the day before for a tattoo he decided not to get because he thought that he knew how to do our job better then we did. No negotiation, no explanation, nothing. Immediately inconsolable because he didn’t understand how the process needed to happen in order to give him what he asked for. He wouldn’t even try it! You can’t make this shit up.

Andy, thanks for breaking up our Knucklehead of the Month dry run, we haven’t had a real Knucklehead come through in some time.