Tattoo Pig Practice
‘Careful, careful,’ I whispered to myself, as I slowly brought the tattoo gun down on the slab of pork skin. ‘Here we go…’ ‘Woah, what’s that!’ I jumped, jabbing the needle into the poor chunk of pig, ink spilling in a blotch. ‘Dammit!’ I turned around to glare at my brother. ‘Didn’t you see the …