Seizing Freedom

Mike

The morning of Ty's appointment we sleep in then get up and grab something to eat before heading down to the tattoo shop again. Iggy greets us as we come in and takes us to a little area off behind the desk.

There's two separate stations, on the left another guy's working on someone else getting a bear head tattooed on his back. Iggy takes us to the right side and tells Ty to sit down.

"Alright show me where you want it." he says pulling out a few things from a small stack of drawers on the counter.

"Right there." He tells him pointing to a spot on the outside of his left calf.

"Okay, size good?" he asks holding a semi transparent paper with a line drawing of a tarantula on it.

"Yup, go for it." Tyler says sitting back and getting comfy.

He pulls out a razor and starts to shave his leg.

Once he transfers the drawing onto his skin he starts to add to it with a marker then once he's happy with it pulls on a pair of gloves.

"I'll start with a couple small lines and that will give you an idea of what this is going to feel like." he says flipping a switch behind him making the tool in his hand hum.

He does a small area then turns back to Ty.

"Good?" he asks looking up at him.

"Yeah." Tyler chuckles and he nods.

"So if your Iggy who's Twiggy?" I ask nodding to the sign on the wall.

"He was my old man, he ran the shop for twenty five years, taught me and most of the guys that have their own places in the city now. Left me the shop when he died and I didn't really have the heart to change the name." Iggy shrugs.

"Cool, I'm guessing Twiggy wasn't his real name." Ty says and Iggy laughs.

"No, Trent, but he was a tall skinny bastard and everyone just called him Twiggy. I thought that was his actual name until I was twelve." he laughs and shakes his head.

"Are you really Iggy or is that just the junior version of your dads nickname?" I ask.

"I never really thought of it like that." he chuckles then looks up at me. "Its Ivan, but I don't think I've been called that since the day I was born."

"Too bad, having Iggy on a birth certificate would have been bad ass!" Ty states and laughs.

"So tell me why a tarantula." Iggy asks raising an eyebrow and glancing at Tyler.

"Kept one for the last twelve years." Ty shrugs and Iggy turns back to look at him again.